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Struggling for it
It existed, backwoods,
since the peaceful childhood;
where only Tranquility,
warmth and tenderness
bordered our intentness.
however getting into life...
absorbing experience,
getting well-known to what's novel,
taking hard fortitudes,
contributing all accessible chances
attempting for a better eventual,
leading for a self-satisfied grownup,
are snatching it from me.
Whatever authorities were,
Hard decisions must be picked up.
Requesting luxurious serendipity,
requires much sufferance
and acclimates the envier thirsty,
but at least confident,
for assuming it in a misty finality.
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