My frustrations
are my gifts
I am but a prisoner
to their power
They are my inner insolence
and my inner wisdom
They bring me joy
they bring me tears
They make me weak
yet build my heart
I am as giddy as a young pup
for these fill me
with the best emotions
I've ever had
BUT
That in which I love
won't spare me
for neither will these
extraordinarly powerful, brutality prone, alternate-reality-like
frustrations
I wish they would let me be
yet I wish they could stay forever
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