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So, I felt like I needed to write down how I was feeling, and it came out in a poem, so I thought I'd post it here.


Buds lay, ready to blossom

The persona hiding the true emotions

Laziness and langor rose to the occasion

Fear ruled causing the void.

Lacking trust and hope, life was lived

But could that really be called so?

Devoid of truth and lacking will

It was a path not forged.

A beast lay inside, attacking the bars

Yearning for the path to the empyre.

Finally the Sakura bloomed.

Motivation acquired, inspiration found, passions followed.

Chains broken, the false image shattered

The petals circled as the beast began to emerge

With a crash, cut short

Fear froze the beast

No path was forged.

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