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I have fought so many battles

Over all these years.

I’ve come to accept

Some days are filled with tears.


For when your kind spirit

Believes there’s good in men,

Despite acts of betrayal,

You don’t give in and sin.


The weight of disappointments

Breaks your heart in two.

Even with lots of blessings,

Grief steals a part of you.


Love can make you happy.

Giving brings you joy,

Yet it often brings great sorrow

And pain that can destroy.


To risk is a gamble,

But if you do not try,

You’ll wonder what you missed,

After your last “good-bye.”