Trials and Tribulation
Your own discontent! It's your selfish pride no compliments! Battered as seasonally as the tide. It's written on your face your mask can only hide! Listening to the winds of solitude no ancient secret is your stress. You aren't isolated. Everyone gets lost in this mess and fails the most simple and complicated of tests! No matter the cost you can't afford to just give up! Moving forward from this lesson is how you force through what may seem rough! Hopelessness we all have felt as if a blade from a piercing knife. It's like a marriage and it's vows between loving husband and loyal wife. Til death do us part in this threesome she is cunning we call her life!
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