months of thriving..being strong, full of beauty..
one hardship..the thrive, the strength..beauty..all come crashing down
helping hands around..and as if their duty..
embrace..cradle, catch..saving from imminent drown
hands weaken..feel glazed..become more immune after each fall..
the thrive, strength..beauty..recoup in new space
the hardship returns..hands def to the call..
crash..crumble, decay..only a blank stare reaches the face
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