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Grief has entombed the soul 

When am I going to be whole?   

Do I even want to try?

My eyes blur, as nothing seems right, 

Ended in nothing, but pain was real 

The failure left a legacy of fear. 

Winning isn't easy, you see   

Sacrifices have to be made on the brink of victory. 

Deadly is the dread as it screamed   

Bed gave comfort, or rather it seemed,   

It was all a fallacy.

We have to believe in our dreams

Slow I go, as my journey unfolds,   

Stumbling on roads laden with stones   

Falling and scraping the knees,

Dragging my feet through the fields   

See the sparkles of the sun as it rises,   

Sprinkling golden stars across the irises

Bathing the face with its glow, 

It's morning, you know!

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