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Embrace Mystery
Written: January 20, 2024 ___________________________________________ Sibylline stammer upswells I'd explore my innermost self My precious blue earplugs, which I dropped in 6th grade, Will be retrieved as I seek zealous bliss an elusive state seems to evade me, seldom beyond brief cameos. A friend got me a sadness box, and years later, I felt it was his finest gift, I'd start on a quest to find my jejunity spirit, Innocence without current anguish I aspire to recover my purity. Once eternal faith in various altruism won, alas, I intend to revive my heart with a firm faith in a transcendental force. I'd painstakingly dig for my roots-my core that molded my identity, I doubt I can reveal these gems, a box of sights might be full and unfathomable. If I find these elusive things, my propensity to sustain them is dubious, even in its brittle grace, Earth is iffy, for squandering what is precious. But my glance would persist, I believe that remaining hopeful is crucial, against allegedly overwhelming odds. I may not recover everything I lost, my genuine self may be detected, since that's all that matters.
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