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CLIFFS: At times it's a saviour.

Maybe I'm slow,
Maybe I feel low,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I screw things along.

Simple smile masks my rage,
Retching anger would go hushed,
They scar me and scare me,
But still, they alone do care me!

These voids will get filled with my tears.
Yet remember, I can withstand up to some shears.
Pains kill me and also skill me,
One day I'll say they made me.

To every point that hurt me and my emotion,
They are not just a scab or bleed.
They do help me know my need,
As a cure from a bitter herbal potion.

Not all cliffs remind you to halt.
Some just come to guide you to what's right. Yet only real eyes can realize it. Right?

- Yaris words 💐

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