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It feels like I'm stuck
Two feet in quick sand
On and off for as long as I can remember
glue holding me stationary
My spiritual self has been lost in the sadness
Near the surface trying to come
Why do I hold on to this broken past
The past may sculpt the present and future
It can no longer
Let me crack the quick sand
I'm no victim
I am not
My life now I've made for myself
The best I've ever done
I'm not 5 years old, or 9 years old, 16,18
None in between
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No longer the victim
I can control my present
Hatches, drills, anything to remove my feet
-Starcy Sanchez
