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I try, and in these sluggish steps find peace
I fail, but by falling move towards this nature I love
I stive,with all I have to find release
Yet, laying on my face I know what is above
You cry, to all who listen to give you strength
You wail, as if this world will listen to a screech
contrive, as I do to lay the path in all its length
Yet, you hear nothing in the words I preach
Deny, if you must what I know to be inside
Derail, all plans carefully laid before your feet
Derive, what message is claimed by your pride
Yet, undertand you create your own defeat
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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