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Those times

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Those times when my legs felt feeble,

And my heart threatened to give way,

 When breathing was a burden,

And my head hardly raised.

It seemed the shadows called louder,

And light seeped away.

 

Those times my hands felt weak,

And eyes grew dim,

When laughter was far away,

A mirage, a fictional tale.

The cold embraced me,

The wind my only companion.

 

Those times I suffered more,

Strength came in too.

Unknown that the batter and sores,

Watered me into full bloom.

Grew my roots deeper,

Unmovable by the storm.

 

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