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dear lord
in the eternal ether, the darkness grows
greedy in its intent, it presses in on me
it hurts, it reasons evolution of the fittest
time is infinite
pain is a key ingredient to soul growth
the testing of patience brings to fruition clarity
pain in e minor
delicate notes flow through me
hurt turns within
uncertainty fucks with me
I don't what the future holds
am I resilient enough to stand come what may?
my patience is lacking
my anger unchecked
repressed and masked
so volatile with the least shake
it rises and detonates
I'm not sure I've learned anything being here
except I've much to learn
wisdom obtainable only through great travail
I wish it were easier
I have a strong will it's beautiful
when sharpened to a deadly point
tempered with patience
my steel resolve will last
brittle sword of the spirit
crumbles when pitted against the enemy
an eternal warrior
a misfit of the dawn
dear lord, please don't give up on me
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