My Stronghold
It's cold
I'm frustrated
Thinking of quitting
Yet, he's my stronghold
Take a deep breath
Examine the scene
Hold it all in
It's not life or death
I can't do anything wrong
His helping presence is near
Patience is in every breath
He carries me along
I have a lot to overcome
I am weak
I am timid
He's all I want to become.
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