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The Glow That Burns Through.

Dealt a bad hand.
Used and abused.
Neglected, violated.

Forced to play the game
as an ignoramus,
always stumbling.

Like us all, the lived
is all you really know,
though in the darkest dark
one’s glow burns through…

Despite pain, confusion,
and endless chaos,
you always end
up standing on two
feet again.

Admirable.

Life is a shit-storm,
but you’ll make it.
I have confidence
in you, I know

you’ll stay strong,
my friend.

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