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Self pity erodes the soul
Corroding away at the confidence core
It permeates the senses
And attacks our defenses.
Into the darkness it pulls
A deafening roar unscrewed
Unleashes the barbs with all its might
Resonating through the portals of fright.
And still... hope stays alive
A beacon of faith in the never-ending night
Pulsating with eons of persevering patiences
A testimony to the goodness.
Gently guiding through
As it scrubs the rust anew
Polishing away the blues
Moulding us into a person true.
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