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The Unknown
Darkened clouds hang above me
They wish to deplete my soul
Instead of denying them
From my sights
I hold on for another night
And realise that strength
Is what I own
To break out of
All my old moulds
I strive into the unknown
Knowing that one day
I will live a life that
Is less cold
Because I have a heart
Of gold
With a story to unfold.
-B.W
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