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[tsaulter]

As I gazed into your eyes and look
forward, I'm agraid of what I see.
You can see me, but I cannot see past me.
I am stifled by what I hope to be
You understand me, but I cannot understand you.
Why do I continue to fight against this mountain?
It continues to spin, while I dig my
heels into this sinking desert.
Will the Sahara support me? It's fading
through my fingers. It turns to glass
while I fight to be twenty two.