The need for validation lurks behind every corner,
The fear of a life of insignificance haunts each step,
Feigning normalcy becomes increasingly tiresome,
And it seems impossible to avoid feeling inept.
Wasting the present on the foreboding future,
Continuously weighs on all concious thought.
The looming inevitability of the unvisited grave,
Defies all good-intentioned activites sought.
How then to rid the diligent emotions of self-doubt,
To escape the constant bombarding melancholy,
To defeat all that assaults and nullifies prosperity,
And eradicate the actualization of irrelevancy?
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