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I am the eternally penultimate one.
Zealous for life.
Ramparts of fear fortress my soul,
I am the hidden one.

I am the showman,
My heart the shrapnel
For another man's mirth.

Barely a place that's left unburned,
Barely a bone thats not been broken,
Barely an insult I've not heard,
Barely a harsh word left unspoken.

There's hardly a treasute not yet tossed,
And...

Just a bit of angst from the bottom of my still-developing heart.

You know what I've found?
All my surroundings are rock hard dry ground.
Everything that I've cared for,
Every dream good or...

Oh me oh my! This is incredible. It has been a while since I read something that drew me in so deeply, so quickly. Thanks. The way you weave words is nothing short of inspiring.