I look out with flavoursome despair,
My loves will inherit same,
The struggle is painfully predetermined,
The referee has fixed the game.
My tears will go un-noticed,
My silence is my lament,
I am crippled by noble inaction,
My values are irretrievably bent.
Pray God that you have the strength,
To ignore substances so attractive,
Grant me the strength to be there,
And our relationship be proactive.
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