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I hate the stance
with which you look in the mirror
You are so weak
And so gullible
Can't amass worth for nothing
Can't seem to flee the rain
I'd swap joy for providence
Peace is overrated,
I concur
What if I give in to the other side ?
In a last act of desperation
Deep within my hallowed sanctuary
To find myself lacking ultimately
So where do we go from here ?
Nobody wants to be alone for the rest of their lives
Nobody revels in the beauty of struggle