
I fear these dark valleys
Where echoes of footsteps
Haunt me
I dread these lonesome journeys
Where pieces of broken promises
Jab me
I fish these empty spaces
For something to fill the emptiness within
Palpable emptiness, all I catch
I'll revere these formative years
And the tears, uncertainties and tests
They fed me
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