These are dire situations and difficult time...
Nothing but the sort that strip me off all Passion and positivity that I possess and left nothing in my way akin to that whence one couldn't even find a speck of Hay to grasp to to save myself from when fell into a rapid current river.
Quite much that it shall even reap me off of what I had adore and cared for all these times.
Where does I quit it to, now that surrenderment isn't unobvious and near at sight?
My last ray of light had I kept, not giving up, yet hoe insignificant it seemed in the light of a much sinister malifice.
This is indeed as thought Invictus is enacted, right off my very life it does...
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