Proud and Modest

For woeful countenance

Set apart from youthful sin

Choices are the only occurrence

Whether you choose what must be chosen

Or be haunted with the mistake that befell you


Just dwell upon vigor or consumption

Your will slightly fearful

Amongst the people that you call friend

Stay open, not timid

Passion is not an excuse

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