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Years of despair, Traces to the past. A sorrowful darkness, Wondering what moment is last. A sudden change in time, Yet this remarkable pain. All of my efforts, Must have gone in vain. But then I find, A small little clue. These signs from above, I wonder if they're true. "Why me?" I wonder everyday. Because these shameful sins, Will never go away. And finally, I feel a warmth... A faint as it is, I cannot afford it, If things go north. "Why must I endure this tribulation?", I seek the heavens. Because a soul of faith, Yet a mind full of hate. I aspire, To be good. Not the villain, But I could. The choice is mine, It's a sacred one. In the end I proceed to wait, Oh dear lord, Please make it fun.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
Even Hope Comes With a Little Bit of Fear
Years of despair, Traces to the past. A sorrowful darkness, Wondering what moment is last. A sudden change in time, Yet this remarkable pain. All of my efforts, Must have gone in vain. But then I find, A small little clue. These signs from above, I wonder if they're true. "Why me?" I wonder everyday. Because these shameful sins, Will never go away. And finally, I feel a warmth... A faint as it is, I cannot afford it, If things go north. "Why must I endure this tribulation?", I seek the heavens. Because a soul of faith, Yet a mind full of hate. I aspire, To be good. Not the villain, But I could. The choice is mine, It's a sacred one. In the end I proceed to wait, Oh dear lord, Please make it fun.
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17/F/Canada
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
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