How do I get out of this ditch, This hole that feels like wet tar pitch. A place where despair does not relent, A deep dark place, tight as a tent. Each moment a dagger, piercing my soul, The truth beacons, yet I’m stuck in this hole. Saddened and
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THE CHOICE HE MADE
THE CHOICE HE MADE In shadows deep, a choice was made, With hopes and dreams, his heart displayed. He sought a path to greatness’ door, But fate had plans he would implore. His heart did yearn for greener lands, Where fortune treads with gentle hands. He ventured forth with