Enduring the merciless abyss of time,
Strolling in the darkness of the stony climb.
Clasping onto the courage of thee,
I write myself a letter about how I would be.
Tireless endeavours that toil in the menace that surrounds,
Dreams that are leashed by the duties that hound.
Embellishing in the mundanity of the unknown,
I was a seed that plunged through the darkness,
To escape the incessant gloom, it had outgrown.
Belief is the elixir of dreams,
The peony of hope I saw in countless screams.
Believing in the power of our dreams comes true.
This is a letter to me, a letter to you.
Lustrous lies that throned to be the epitome of glory,
Rituals that were deemed vital to complete my story.
Commanded by society, demanded by the ones entitled,
Besieged by sadness, they announced to write my recital.
Alas to their agony, I tore their expectations apart,
I knew the universe always falls in love with a brave heart.
I hope when you see this letter,
You breathe in the essence of the light,
To forge our dreams into reality, with the world I fight.
In radiant cacophonies and genuine smiles,
I pray for you to dance in the rain
To laugh with strangers, and run across miles.
I hope you resurrect your deep pain.
As I embrace the journey of healing,
I yearn for you to release the trauma that leashes your entity,
For you to live in an existence that lives in peace and serenity.
In the end,
When you read this again,
I want you to hold your head with pride,
To behold the belief that your dreams are yours to take in this
stride.
Love from someone who is working hard to make our dreams come true.

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