When sorrow invades, grasps like a dart.
To retain means to observe.
Daunting the unknown.
Only 10%, I want more, but will it ever be enough? Gratitude.
Peculiarity is what I desire. From why's to wise?
No, never 100%. No distance, only from Self.
Too much impact. Too many external forces.
One vs. all, to fit means to conform.
No conformity, fire, destruction, gore, morality?
Induce the peace that could be.
Articulate all, yet change none.
Approval does not reach all.
For when acceptance takes place, all does well.
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