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May 2020
I inhale all my faults,
with great difficulty,
and I exhale them all out,
with ease,
as I realize that the fire,
inside me is too proud,
to be extinguished with such trivia.
I realize the utter felony,
of my thoughts.
Cluttering my heart and soul,
like a garbage dump.
I entangle myself from the chaos,
dip my swollen face,
into the ice-cold water of courage,
and rise up,
knowing that my demand was not much at all,
for all i asked for was,
a little peace.
                                                       -storm-
Sometimes we need to realize how innocent,nimble and tender our natural tendencies and wants are.We need to stop trying to be "perfect" or "rock-strong,just embrace our normally warm hearts and do justice to our god-given poise souls
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       -elixir- and Colm
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