Inside a withered, tethered, broken soul: there lies a flame.
Mine is dim, but gath'ring energy;
heat and light brough forth from the combustion of
my failed hopes; my dreams crumbling into the ashes
of illusion they have become;
nuclear fusion combining every achievement I was born to fulfill
with the more multitudinous fallacies of goals I have believed; have pursued,
until all my dreams and nightmares are inseverable-
One Nation, Indivisible, with the purpose of providing me with hope
for a future, and a new calibre of discernment
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