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Strain of will

Are there so many reasons
To this longing denied.
If I shed many more tears,
Would my pride be broken.

I will continue past,
My decisive silence grows.
I shelter the stories
That strain for will, unbeknowst.

In unison echo a whisper,
And may your days be but your own.

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