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there are worries, wants, and ways
of which I don't understand
moments in life when clarity simply does not exist
it's thematic, cycles of my life
in which tragedies occur
tragedies as a result of my existence

running - futile,
figuring a solution - no avail,

threads of grace weave their way in like interlocking fingers
i'm broken for you my love
your anger rages from my demon
my demon which I am meant to wreslte

it's my good fight
tragically you've come into play
curiousity won you over

life is pulsating tonight
grip it and clinge
rise to it
it can be beautiful