Ah, the inevitable question arrives
Slithers betwixt the walls and I
As obstacles overcome are left behind
And trials to come threaten to swallow my mind
What becomes of dreams sacrificed
Have I done this to me
Has some other personality manifested
And set its fangs into my chest
The unavoidable question that follows
Years of struggle, in a moment's solitude
Perhaps the question is not
Who has done this to me
But why have I.
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