The Rock

Posted on February 28, 2016

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Stalwart, resolute and undaunted,

unlike I, thoughts and feelings,

worthless emotions,

my mind constantly haunted.

 

Stoic, indifferent and unhindered,

things I pretend to be.

Broken and unhinged,

my mind sufficiently withered.

 

I envy you in all your glory,

persistent, stubborn and heedless.

Perfection as its meant to be.

Something impossible to achieve,

because I’m simply just me.

 

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