Rise, Again
The storm within may cloud the views,
But morning breaks with brighter hues.
It’s true — I have paid my dues,
Wanted so badly to be your muse.
Now I realize I was just confused,
It’s time to give myself the news:
I have grown — and it’s me you lose.
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