He couldn’t help but think of all the things he feared in life
Failing
Losing
Running out of time
Not finding love
Even worse finding it
And not being enough
Like all the times he thought he knew where he was going
But was just wandering lost
Thought he had directions
but they led him to distractions, missteps, and bad actions
Made demons out of bad habits
Thought he was on an elevator to the top
Ended up stranded in the basement of his thoughts
Hiding behind the dark spots in his soul
Crumbling
Wondering about the whole
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