Who am I? What is my purpose? Familiar questions, quaint answers.I am the multitude of storms preceding calm. Transient flesh, eternal love. I am the sadness beneath crystalline smiles, Murky shadows of the night, a glorious sunrise. A bitter sweet symphony deriving strength from wreckage. I am my devastation.My Zen stems from my ruins,My pain illuminates the way for my spirit to rise. So I must embrace the darkness Before stepping into the light. For who knows when the skies get dark again. But there’s nothing like singing in the rain.
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