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seems like a cold, cruel,
test of endurance

Walking through tar
just to bang
your head against
a stone wall, crying for help
as no one listens.

So dark and deep
you become convinced
you are doomed
to this dreary isolation,

“No one here
could hope
to understand me
if they really gave a damn.”

The morbid sibling
of arrogance
has got you locked
in its grips and you breathe
nothing but the bitter chill
of endless terror.
Sure that all hope is lost,
that it is all loo late,
all efforts in vain

till suddenly
eyes open and it seems
like a bad dream.

Remember this next time
you fall in that pit.
Hang on, endure,
and you shall rise above it.


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