Faithful to thy faithlessness
You watch me
You chide me
As I lose control
I search for broken pieces
to make me whole
I know not what I seek
I have lost my calm
I'm not meek
Yet I waver not
Maybe stumble
Defy rumbles
And here I am
Still standing before you
White as driven snow
I know not why
When I could have easily turned brown
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