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Snowcapped peaks rise high, the precipice of Heaven Rainbows paint the path.
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Raindrops keep falling on my head, Should be curled up inside instead. Who needs a shower, When this superpower, Cleans me all up in the end.
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A stalker in the day yet absent at night. A black being shaded from light. Greets me at the door, Ready to explore. . A being born in the recess of darkness, Glued to my feet, as if a carcass. We travel as peers, Brothers bonded by fears. . The night brings reprieve, A time
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Feet pound on pavement, Sweat builds on brow’s Mental resilience is tested, All for the sake of a few pounds. . The rush of addrenaline, Of a post runner’s high. Fuels planning for tommorow, As our dreams sail high. . Daybreak is dark and stormy, Whilst our beds are worm and cozy. Where it’s easier
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Monday to Friday a slave, Nine to give a corporate drone, Piles of bills like cascading wave. All a man’s got left is his home. . A lull life of grey hue, Long days and monotonous queues. A means to an end, With a garden to tend. . Long days reach their climax, With once
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Curved cocoa river,Nature’s gentle, winding flow,Weeping Earth’s embrace.
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I embrace the end of my long and arduous journey. Traverisng through waves of grief, Washing over me, threatening to carry me away. . Through thick and thin, Through sick and shit, Against the odds. We keep standing. . Suffer the pain, Take the time. A motto now engrained in our psyche. Grief we greet
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The dreaded fourth stage on a long path, Tears are the words that need to be written Sorrow melts the heart, Incomprehensible sadness lenders one motionless. . Longing is the core of mystery. In itself it brews the cure. The one and only rule Suffer the pain, Take the time, A Life sacrificed. To be
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What could you try for the first time? Chasing our dreams. It is far easier to think of the destination, then plan out the long journey it will take to get us there. This is what I need to improve on. I am a dreamer, but lack diligence and motivation. So this is my pledge.
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