
When strength fails me.
The tears. For fears.
A year. A year.
I have made a pulp of me.
Consistency. Infrequently.
Consequently. No victory.
The history of mystery.
When missing me,
is cease to be.
To flee and see.
The misery of he.
And she.
for today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow
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