Managing my mind and life
covered in a silent struggle
I happened to late realize
there was something strange
that happened one night
In need a soul got a seconds
hold in a hand of a solid gold
That mind was wrought mildly
which exuded excellence in humanity
further passion it had ducked
neither I nor chance did bright
I now fall every moment
for a line in pure pride
that could save a second
a bit of it in heaven
Certainty tossed in confusion
story of woven mistaken roles
This prodigy once a solace
is a reason for cracked console
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