A journey without pain
Is a journey without growth
No reward for the champion
No pride in survival
If all is trifle
How many times can one be made anew
If they have not climbed through the morning dew
A mind full of lies
For not having smelt the sunrise
About the Creator
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My problem tends to be that the only growth I experience from my pain seems to be outward from my gut.