Blame was my refuge
Pride my hostage.
Using others to fulfill
an emptiness.
A salvation for most
with a big heart.
I recognize the void,
now I yield.
I look both ways
before crossing.
With a purpose,
not a project
I persevere
this is my conquest.
Only this time
I know the definition.
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