A fever destroys the mind, tranquil balm lets go, not dismissing the guilt. The pain decrees justice, loving all the same. 

It is not worth digging for truth. Failed acknowledgement of faults rattle around, simmer and brew a potion of bitter tears. 

The detractor holds you captive, acting like the martyr, they give up living. Be ware your shadow. 

Write the words you want to say, neglect those thoughts, forgive and endure. Build a home of solace, joy and good cheer. 


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