On the thrown here I sit,
The thrown of which I did not pick.
Something in my mind has changed,
For better or worse I am still deranged.
My mind is still at war,
However it is better than before.
Red sleeves still course up my arm,
But the ocean is finally calm.
Calm for the moment, not forever,
I am happy, but not better.
The storm has only just begun,
Have I lost? No. I have not yet won.
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