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A bellowing rage seen through the eyes of sadness and discontent, fuming smoke where dreams smolder with disappointment; I am searching desperately to find an opportunity to extinguish the remnants of failure. I look to the skies alone in thought, this cigarette at my lips is providing a solace where death is impending, and for this moment I am able to reconcile my worries in solitude. My grip on life is loosening, I have become more free thinking and less grounded; when crisis approaches, armed with adversity, my character takes up defense and staggers the offensive with perseverance, counterattacking with optimism and the willingness to cauterize my wounds with love. I am confident that in my attempts to succeed I will eventually conquer the obstacles reaching for my feet, with my mind coordinating balance and supplying my rationality with resuscitation; I can breathe, free of the ash, the fire that once consumed my thoughts is reduced to a warmth that ushers in change. The path was once dimly lit with bulbs operating at a reduced voltage, but they have since been replaced with the florescence of understanding; the truth I have discovered underneath the destruction, revealed to me by glimpses of beauty capturing my eyes