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There is a 50 ton weight suspended over me
nIt’s name is Debt
nAt every moment I fear I will be crushed
nAnd that there is no way out
nSo I look frantically, furtively in all directions
nAnd far below, I think I see a hint of gold or light
nSo I dig, dig, dig, down into the dark
nBut the gold is simply fools gold
nAnd the light is simply a mirage
nAnd all the while I have been pouring more dirt above my head
nAnd now it is farther to climb back up to the start
nGoing back up is hard
nFor I will need to admit that I failed
nThat I have been going around in circles
nChipping through the weight will be long, and hard, and painful
nBut the only way out is up, and through
nSo I resolve to turn around, and try
nAnd one day find the truth
nThat the real burden was the one I placed upon myself
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It turned out well
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