The Gift
I fell into the fires of hell, but I got pulled from that evil space, from a strong hand that
uplifted my spirit from where it fell. I searched through that evil space, looking for meaning,
of causes of each feeling. I was in a dimension with a very unfortunate, unhappy feeling. But
blindly I was seeing, all around my humanness were many pleasures and multiple treasures.
Through the foolishness that I present. I almost missed the gifts that I was sent, the gifts of
talents that go up beyond all measure. A fool I was and a fool I am, in all end, finally the
strong will revive and I am lucky that I will survive, in euphoric happiness, for I have found
a friend and love will help me mend.
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