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Who is this enemy that denies my rights
it could only be me as I bequest
the fallen one to take my hand
and I stand bent over, looking at my feet
never wanting to turn back
but I peer in the distance behind me
again and again
I see the same scene, the faltered course
wanting to move on
but I am the enemy who denies me
the one who enforces the choices
which cause me to suffocate
until I am in the gutter
damp and swollen
alone and regretful
and prepared to walk away
stronger yet again