For all my wrongs, I was also right. Alas, at the end of my rope.
I no longer have the will to fight.
Thus, the healing process of grief sheds a glimmer of hope.
Although exquisitely agonizing, it frees one from the overbearing lope.
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Author:
Jimmy Daun (
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