Nobody knows the the minatory storms that dwell within; or why I remain altruistic continuously reaching for the horizon
The quandaries I've shouldered will never define me; my soul too serene for melancholy to blind me
These eyes still see the stars even through all these tears; my journey has yielded scars but I no longer wallow in fears
Inside me an intrinsic luminous core stowed deep within; never to be darkened never becoming grim
Benevolent I will remain my spirit never to be razed; absolved of all my blunders no allegiance to the pain
Nostalgia crept in like potent medicine unwittingly fickle heart remembers where my roots begin listening to the voice inside me resurgence of who I am
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Nobody knows the the minatory storms that dwell within; or why I remain altruistic continuously reaching for the horizon
The quandaries I've shouldered will never define me; my soul too serene for melancholy to blind me
These eyes still see the stars even through all these tears; my journey has yielded scars but I no longer wallow in fears
Inside me an intrinsic luminous core stowed deep within; never to be darkened never becoming grim
Benevolent I will remain my spirit never to be razed; absolved of all my blunders no allegiance to the pain
Nostalgia crept in like potent medicine unwittingly fickle heart remembers where my roots begin listening to the voice inside me resurgence of who I am
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