in my darkest hour of desperation
i find my motivation
through self deprecation
by picking myself apart
i will be alright
this time, i will be alright
i find solace in the charity of my madness
my sorrow, once listless now is manifesting it's munificence
i carry on with this ponderous freight
although my destiny replicates
the yearning inside my heart
which drives me only so far
until i learn to comprimise
with my own demise
my pain wont subside
until i learn to hollow the anguish i feel
only then will my aching spirit begin to heal
the bequest promised in gratuity by my fate
for never once starting to contemplate
or renegotiate
what was meant to be, for it will be
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