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Endurance

Failure needs

A place to hide, not in
my mind where it burrows, but an escape.

My mistakes drift onto
the page and into your arms where
Apathy abounds. I wish I were
stoic but I wear

Him in all of
my misgivings.

Every opinion, a marred
self-portrait reflecting

My worth in
perceptions of strangers.

They call me friend and
hold me to assumptions.

Must be nice,
being exempt from contrition.

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