Saddened in solitude enbrazened by the multitude.
Raised in decay I'm older now nothing can stay.
It's hard to watch, and it's hard to say, so many feelings, so much disarray.
Rendezvous apart, nothing left to lose, until I remember, about all the who's.
Rocks in your eyes get harder to toss,
To witness so much death, incredibly heavy a heart, that carries your loss.
suddenly all your life is a mess. waking up to more and more gloom,
don't bother, why even dress. Don't much care if ever you leave your room.
How have you gotten here? It's all so uncertain.
Can you handle another fall? Close the curtain?
It feels like it might finally be the end. Accept that it is then.
The end of being small.
Greet your gratitude. Fate amazed, to be is i am tall.
Cause your still not dead. Your strong sings a fantasy song.
No, I didn't say that wrong,
It's you!
you've been the miracle!
All along.
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Beautiful work Miracle.