When stress strikes,

Your mind will cough shadows.

The body will bend metal bones.

The soul will cry hollow dreams.

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How the waters push,

When our emotions turn into hurricanes.

We destroy many around us,

And leave ourselves broken in the aftermath.

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When it clears from relief's tissue,

Our tears will whisper through soft ties...

And will create another realm of forgiveness.

Sitting we will do.

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Pass the torch,

And let the fire calm your eyes,

And burn the past.

While the future chats with your ears.

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