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Every waking moment I am terrified,
terrified of my present and my future
I fear the worst, because I think I am the worst
Fate is not kind,
or so it seems to me
I have recieved blessings within curses, and curses within blessings
Indescisive is how I describe myself
I have chosen,
to do what I think is right
but I fear I've chosen wrong

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