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Through the dark I find my way,
Clawing through to find the day
Thinking, writing, worrying, wondering,
Sometimes succeeding, sometimes blundering

I fight, and cheer, and carry on,
Fighting for the end
Time flies by, forever gone,
But I stick with my new friend

In the fog, there is truth,
Sometimes beautiful, sometimes uncouth
I never judge, I just write,
I keep fighting the good fight

I will keep on, and spend my youth,
Searching, fighting, for the truth