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Create Cathartic Torture

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Dark clouds linger above the strive
Pushback tests desire and persistence
On the edge stand hope and dreams
Perpetually dangling where barely reachable
Walking off the cliff is the only way
To grab it by the horns and give it a name
Desperately dancing around a dying flame
Asking the rain gods to be merciful
Epiphany strike
Inspired breath splashes art
The exhale of existential crisis
On the other side of creation
Cathartic torture