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I felt the walls of my life falling on me.
I said I would spare myself before they would implode down.
Yet all I felt was the weight of my inaction crushing me.
All I wanted was to set beside me a little place of rest,
A fortress against those who represent the destruction of peace.
Yet I had found that it was too difficult and
That this constant internal turmoil had become lethal.
The coldness still lingered,
Empty is what felt inside.
And I hated the barren reef that I inhabited.
But that was just before I was reminded by a kind mind that
In the end, it is always our decision to be who we are.
See, what I had finally gotten was
A taste of what it�s like to not feel like a waste.
