Another slightly personal poem.
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My weakness
My mind is slightly broken
It happens to the best
A weakness that I hide away
Though that’s not very hard
A broken bone, a bloodied nose
A sore and worn out knee
Those ailments they are clear as day
Not so those hurts inside
It if my inner weakness
That I’m not truly well
Though I am finding ways to cope
To get well will take time
And it this weakness is permanent
If my mental limp will stay
Then I will bravely soldier on
And be strong when’er I can
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Fantasy Transcendent 