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The Unseen Fight

 

How can I fight what I cannot see?

Will this pain inside me always be?

Give me a mountain, that I can move,

And there my strength I can prove.

 

This pain is a foe without hands or feet

No physical hurt can match or meet

Surgery or stitches cannot repair

As my crying soul lays naked and bare

 

With a cup I would drain any sea

Such a small, simple task that wou...

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