Waking up after night terrors wreaked
havoc in my unconscious. As a child, I survived the harsh
parental destructions that have imprisoned my
failing self, who once was lost in darkness, but has strived
to accept that loving hope is the cure bringing
personal happiness. The world eats at us
constantly, but with perseverance, drive,
and understanding we will overcome, honored
to expand the many truths: that hope still remains
on our side. As our exceeding patience settles in,
our lives will be plentiful for many years to come.
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