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"Adapt to change, you intransigent fool;
don't linger there, and let tears pool.

You can never go back, you never left;
muster your will, before drive is bereft.

The problems you face carry scant weight;
you give them density, as you belie your fate.

You laid the trap that ensnares you, now;
break free of the prison you made, but how?

Introspection tears you apart;
all that you love, will only depart.

The emotional baggage and collected clutter;
drag your spirits down, and your mind to the gutter.

People will never get you, and that doesn't matter;
your go-to move is to make yourself sadder.

Your real struggle is about to begin;
if you don't keep your wits, you can't hope to win.

Avoidance and comfort are delusions at best;
the troubles they've spawned, will give you no rest.

Brace yourself and prepare for the wost;
utilize your gifts, give thanks you're not cursed.

Mind your luck, it will see you through;
for now, you still live and your woes are few."