Failure and logic

Every time I fail

I feel the pain

Unable to change

Unable to move

Paralysis

Trying to meditate

But I do not find any peace of mind

I feel more and more frustrated

Will this be the rest of my life

Why do I not have the freedom of will

Keep on writing

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in failure, Pain, patterns, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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