I was but an exhausted soul.
Gloominess years of old
Clouded over my grim mind,
Taking a toll uncontrolled.
To my fate I was resigned.
I was but a fragmented whole.
In an infinite quest for love,
Disappointment once again
Pierced my heart with pain.
Confidence though tainted
And deprived of inspiration
Quietly putting it's head out
To shine again on its own.
I'm now but a renewed soul.
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