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Weary StrengthUnspoiled Passions and fits of rage Did i ever think it wise to keep them in a cage In a world of whimsy did my memory fade to think my life is just a game to be played To wonder that is my greatest fault Second only to a rapid pace of looking to make a change the heart pounds at a furious pace the mind races to find an unknown answer Were things really meant to be this way Death in the mist follows my thoughts Pain masked by that impish grin Turmoil and troubles present everyday I cant and wont turn away My Straight wont allow for me to back down the answer is here in the places where the demons play the angel of hope whispers in my ear whilst the demons draw near prepare for another battle your only moments away with each fight you will grow stronger you have grown weary this i know fight past this feeling for treasures untold this roller coast ride of emotion and thought I am doomed to ride till my dying day the ups and downs the thoughts abound i grow weary all I'm gaining the strength For fortune untold Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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