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Like a knife searing through

Dreams unreached

The anguish of his scream

Vanquished in silence

She lives

While he is busy finding ways to be alive

She hides, busy with her busy lives

He stands stout

He is no grouch

A thousand afflictions has pierced through his flesh

Distrustful yes

Still he doesn’t fall

His eyes pictures him standing tall

So to you, do as you feel fit

live your lives

Smile with all your flaws

He stands even when he falls