born to this world in all its glory.
Take in everything, the white of the ceiling, the way your mother's eyes glisten.
You are but gear in a great grandfather clock, irrelevant seeming but a piece needed.
You are here as an ambassador of yourself.
Made to carve out your own future,
With us as your tools.
This world is not forgiving nor is it gracious.
But this world is your world,
your home.
At times it feels like it is your nemesis but we are never your enemy.
We will stand like stone with you in the battlefield through thick and thin.
We will help you build your path clear and strong.
A path for you to walk for decades,
a path to stretch beyond the sky,
a path with few obstacles and less lies,
and if your path would fall one day but we would rebuild it all again.
Dear Pure Creature your heart is one with ours.
There is no reason for worry now.
Watch as the amber Sun sets beneath the majestic clouds close your small, beautiful eyes.
Sweet dreams, Pure Creature.
Goodnight.
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PoetryI would say I fixed this book, but it's not fixable... There was some slight editing but some chapters are much better than others. The main theme isn't depression anymore it a lot. Thx! ...
