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“Keep that coming,

I scream,

I want to pull that off,

Anger fumes exhale out,

There are heavy weights on my shoulder,

I bent down,

Instead of flying up,

You keep that coming,

When I get tired,

After being restless,

In a state of helplessness,

My tears come,

Which purify me inwardly,

I shine,

Just the way leaves do after rain,

Storing strength,

In the days of being despair.”

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