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Hitting the Wall

Hitting the Wall

Who am I today? Sometimes it feels as though I cannot grasp my full potential. Things seem bleak. Weak are the muscles that support this weary soul. Control seems to be only an illusion. Confusion and trepidation are seen lurking around every corner as I stammer through life's great labyrinth. Temptation entices, frustration arises, and you are left despising yourself for the very things you cannot control. *Garrett Doan

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