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Is there an end to being

Content to be

 

Is there a beginning

In the fight to stand

On my own

 

Is there a continuation

To my darkest days

 

Somewhere later

When I’m dust

 

I awake

And find

That anger that angst

 

I would be content to be saddled with that.

 

 

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