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At dawn, I pick up my pen,
And with each stroke, my soul tears inside.
The calm that conquers, I cannot pretend,
For all that I loathe, my heart is torn.
Every thought I think, I speak it aloud,
A tale that falls like the first cloud of dawn.
My mind on fire, a blazing fire,
A world I can't comprehend, my heart's desire.
All that I see, I give as an offering,
Like flowing waters, my spirit melts.
To form more bonds, I strive and yearn,
For all I know, it is but a distant concern.
In this forbidden world, I have found my confidence,
I have seized the opportunity, and now I must.
I need a hope, a light to guide me,
That's why I follow you, through the darkness of night.