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In one spot I stand and what I want is right there But, I'm stuck. Not surrounded by walls, Not held in place, But, I'm stuck. Not in a rut, Not cursed by some element of time, But yet, I'm still stuck. What's keeping me I know, But, it's just hard to admit. From you to me it's exactly that I myself am the pit.
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