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I think a lot about things I could do,wondering if,I'm on the right pathor if I'm just passing through.It feels like a knottight in my chest,little mistakes and choicesmake me feel less than the best.This heavy feelinglike a bag of stones,a bit like carrying regrets,and walking all alone.No hope in sightwhen looking back at me,feeling a bit like a puzzlemissing the key.The shadows of the pastfollow me around,showing me old choicesetching into the ground.