Landscape

Drop by drop they form a stream cascading into an oceans of tears. With each tide rising higher I fear I'm being pulled under, lost in it's abyss but then I see the shore and it valleys of pain, the mountains of fear, where will I find the strength to conquer these landscapes of my heart.

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