| The pauses taken to reach a deeper comprehension
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| Lead to further fear and apprehension overall
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| In seeking a moment of clarity
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| She found herself misdirected
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| Musing.
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| Why think at all
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| Endure the aches of actuality
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| As the outside world embracing apathy is blessed with oblivion?
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| Heart and mind at odds again
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| Always and forever
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| Betrayed by introspection, eternally
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| The searching of the soul is a scythe to the essence of oneself.
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| A tender core so selflessly reaped
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| Heart and mind wounded again
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| Troubled deeply
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| And does she gain in the throes of lucidity?
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| She, too, could know the comforts of oblivion
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| Heart and mind at odds again, always and forever
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| She, too, could know the comforts of a blessed life
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| Blind to truths, rejecting the depth and need of human understanding
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| She takes no pause to reach a deeper comprehension
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| The heavy toll of fear effected a depletion of faith
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| Reveling in this moment of clarity
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| She found herself liberated
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| Why feel at all?
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| To endure the aches of actuality
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| The outside world embracing apathy is not blessed
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| But condemned to absurdity
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| Rather die alone than in oblivion |