In sober thought I end my day,
aware of the troubles that passed my way.
At times it's unbearable--
oftentimes I believe myself incurable,
but with time to reflect,
I know not what to reject.
Every part, both good and bad,
may at times be the cause of my sadness,
but there is not one without the other--
and the two combined serve as my mother.
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