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On storming with self-love in July
Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be,
The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
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I hold myself in the beauty of the light that the closed doors cannot find,
Alas! The radiance that my soul embodies, loses its way in the chaos of the mind.
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The existence of humanness draws its parallel with the trials that ignite the fire within thee,
Cascading in the storms, stumbling over the roadblocks, I find my anchorous land in the depths of me.
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If I may, I hope you stride your path in the elixir of the magnanimous glance of your might,
My hope for us in July takes its deep breaths in the goodness of faith,
I pray that you win all the unsaid battles that you silently fight.
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