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Almost every day, I keep searching,

My inner self, my hidden strength;

When this place begins suffocating,

I struggle in my helpless state.

Within this body, I feel empty,

Restless beneath my skin;

Trying to smile, trying to be happy,

As my mind and soul give in.

I am lost and hopeless, indeed,

Learning to live, learning to breathe;

I exist like a fragile seed,

Encased, awaiting my rebirth.

Someday, somehow, I will be fine,

I’ll grow strong, become my best;

My self, my soul, my body, my mind

Will be free from this unrest--

…helpless, restless, and hopeless.