My Awakening
To a once condemned side of me, A side that pranced.
Tears that would fall, yet the side still danced.
Throughout the dreary and lachrymose,
A side that wandered - I suppose
A side that may be not weary of its peers,
Nor the animosity it beholds or hears.
I wish to return to that side once again,
To cherish the sun, to be oblivious to rain
Fleeting, as it may be, plentifully fading
I still have hope for
My Awakening.
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