The Beautiful Gift:

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The fragile glass

that holds my pureness

can be easily tarnished

with a blow of foolishness

So i lay in the darkness

i beg for forgiveness

and I yearn for happiness

of selflessness

The never ending quietness

seems to end in quickness

as i realize its importance

I banish the hoplessness

and welcome my gift of trustworthiness

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