A Stong
I'm standing still by the whistling stream
studying the stars
staring straight through the steady storm
aghast at the vast distance
This instant of existence
must be my last
lest my stress persists
I'm stripped of strength, I can no longer resist
I insist that this is best
for I am lost until I rest
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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