Fury enveloped what hath fate cast you,
For you do not believe in unfairness.
Dreams are meant to be chased,
Instead bogged down by exceeding expectations.
For the mind has wrought,
What the physical now portrays.
Excuses, excuses excuses!
Breath is hot, yet cools when in contact with gusts of wind,
To rock the moldy air.
YOU SUFFER WITH YOUR INSECURITIES FOR YOU ARE A COWARD.
Pathetic.
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