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shrouded skies
My sky is shrouded
by the shadows of my day
I tried everything I could,
to make the clouds go away
But all they see, is a guy
struggling with his horse
screwing up his choices
slowly pulling him off course
how much closer can he go
to the ledge that already is so close
if the last thing he could have done
was a choice he already chose?
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