All the things that have come to be,
Have made me happy finally.
Leaving all others behind in that black pot of Negativity.
Through all the downs I smiled,
as I walked through those long miles of distress.
I did not feel depressed.
I undressed myself of my fears.
For I have learned,
That at the center of a tornado is a quiet eye.
One that is not blind,
To all the possibilities,
Of surviving the chaos outside my tranquility.
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