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Every singular fragment of myself feels like discord
I struggle through the days on thin and decaying bonds
I want for more than what is in front of me
Even while every outside force insists failure
Each resounding with their own guarantees of dissolution
I rally myself once more
Intrigued by my own ability to go beyond my final exertions
Into what was once only a dividing line
Errantly assuring a sense of fortitude
I somehow keep going

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