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I am strong

The wretched truth deceives
One who cannot grasp life.
Somber waves of sorrow butchers
Lives of the delicate.

False sense of glory burns
The souls of the weakened.
Diluted shots of love destroys
Minds filled with great hope.

The enigma of life enlightens
Me.

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