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May. 3rd, 2020 01:45 pmI exist on the precipice of trepidation
Giving into thoughts of ideation
Of glory or woe, or some heavy handed foe
Though perhaps I have a long ways to go.
For all my misgivings I live to serve
Through painful dedications I ought to reserve
All that might, and through those that blight
If you could give me just one more night.