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Rise Above It
Standing in the face of calamnity
when it spits, we spit back.
knowing that time will pass
but wisely not keeping track.
rising above the level of insanity
surrounding where we stand
trusting that once we jump
we can only safely land
soaring above waves
pulling us under with vigor
hoping that height alone
can save me from their rigor
waking up in this cruel world
bashed and trodden upon
praying that the day will come
that i will find where i belong
no sinking, spitting tyrant
can ever pull me down
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