Do you notice there's a fight,
going on inside of me,
one brutal battle,
trying to set me free?

Waking up each day,
to a world I do not fit,
knowing full well,
it's not an option to quit.

None the less I wonder,
what will become of me,
in all of my tomorrows,
if I fail to see,

My purpose with clarity,
my reasons with rhyme,
in confusion misplaced,
is this era still mine?

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