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Chapter 8 - Pot of Gold

Monstrosity... such was its depiction.

An epitome in its own right...

In awe we look at it; In awe we live in it.

No more are the days where honesty begets ,

Chivalrous were the days of old;

Days we hold dear in our heart, more precious than gold.

Strays of our own fate and losers in our own right;

How dare you give in to the words of the weak;

How dare you; fret over encrypted words that have no soul.

I hope you find this hole;

I hope you're breathing slow now.

I hope you've cried out loud.

And I hope that you've heard me now.

I hope that one day you find solace in my thoughts;

Maybe not today; maybe not tomorrow;

Like your worries it'll take you time;

But I hope that in all your happiness;

That one day u look back and say;

That soul helped me so.

Smile little one for you are not alone;

Smile ;

Because I know you'll make it through.

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