circumstance and outcomes. Can't be fully about 'em, next minute cautiously doubtin' if I'm on the right route. Could I go on without 'em?

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So now I blame a deity; it's really me who fumbled. I crumble from the guilt, the shame, the burden on my shoulders. A voluntary weight I bear, my history in a boulder. Transgressions past and unrepeated grafted to my core. I wonder if I'll shed the darkness kept unsafely stored.

I'll never be accomplished. I'm always blowing chances, breaking windows opportune. A dreadful sense of FOMO, I had always thought immune. Denied when I was burning up and passionately yearning, now readily available, unable to enjoy. A ploy that's most divine, a karmic justice meant to humble.