An end is near,
But I don't know if I can muster a tear.
So many emotions running,
I'm sick of all the worrying.
I now realize the need for peace,
And you can't provide that piece.
I've been living an unfinished puzzle,
Ready to for anything to juggle.
But it's not any other hand,
It's on me to somehow land.
I've got two solid feet,
And you can't be my fleet.
No more will you be the beacon,
For a short while you were the deacon.
Instructing and chanting for recovery,
But the true voice is within my own discovery.
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