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And such despair in your treacherous head;

Retired at night to a humble melancholy;

Resigning to this life you've pre-lived. 

Why is your outlook so consistently bleak?

So determined to forecast failures

And a future void of fulfillment?

Yet they're narratives nuanced and edited

Throughout all your late-night worries,

So the sharp thoughts have never lost poignancy.

But outside these stories so finely crafted,

Lies the possibility of reason, 

Doused in foreign optimism. 

You may fit into the goals you hold at arms reach;

As your mind is yours alone,

As is your brilliance.

Perhaps the uniqueness you've quietly harbored

Will slot you into your dreams adored

In ways you've never let yourself conceive. 

This mind that answers all with ease,

And reason that seems too perfect,

Has silenced an anti for too long. 

Have hope for all that is coming,

For wherever your head may be,

It will be better than you never imagined.