austere vale
I waged a war
Inside myself,
With thoughts,
I often feed my brain
I wagered love
The cost, my pride
I put aside, as
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I won the war
With nothing shed,
But tears, and what
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I won love back
I’ll make it last,
Fast away the awful things
I often feed my brain
She may not stay,
but may god grace,
I’ll change the things
I often feed my brain