Unimagined
In my pain, I have gained
In my shame, I got a name
In my loss, I never was lost
In my penury, I went through the refinery-
there my destiny was revealed
And who would have thought all along that a slob from the slum could have the
guts to leave the ruts to be a king with a ring on a throne and cant be dethroned
by any imaginable human effort.
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