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in one feeble attempt,

shaking off the cloud

that envelops me,

I struggle and gasp

for air.

the mist is dense,

my eyes focus on

gray and hazy smoke,

I know darkness will soon consume me.

impulse pushes me to run,

but stood still I, valiantly

brave through it.

the smoke lifted,

the clouds disappeared,

faith triumphed.