Praying for miracles in everyday lives, reaching
towards heaven, hoping to end earthly strife.
Daily striving for unequal time, treading on
eggshells, fragily dying inside.
Withstanding onslaughts from people who don't
care, posing on edges, hoping to migrate without
climbing stairs.
Striving for outreaches never before attained,
while visions of synthetic goals mar future aims.
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