Lost
One without them is merely a speck of dust
One with them is true
Holding onto them is a must
Letting go is one thing you cannot do
These make us who we are
We must fight for them until our last breath
Even if it means war
Or certain death
We must keep our integrity
And show others what we love
We must follow it blesssedly
And not get stuck in the rough
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