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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Turning point

 
As I stand in the threshold,
Of a point of never return,
My feet stop short, cold,
And, my stomach churns.
 
Will I be able to go through?
Or will my fear pull me back?
One thing, though, holds true,
No one will cut me any slack.

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