.Convictions.
Lost direction.
Once a fielded dream,
Controlled by the heat within,
Cold could not withstand pressure to keep the sky in my hand.
Now a failing breeze grabs a hold and pulls me down.
Hands have turned to clay gripping the hope that lives inside.
I move on pr.
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