T'is my battle,
Trodding the winding road that leads to nowhere,
Pausing countless times,
over pebbles that line my way.
Alas, my dear heart,
Missing some beats over silent drumming,
T'is journey of many steps,
Dripping sweats and salty tears,
Whispering ghosts of private dreams.
Left me wondering if the end is near.
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