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My heart sank to the deepest blue,
The day’s events pulled me down true,
A shot of quick anger rose in a flew,
A drop of tear rolled down in a groove,
The heart stopped in a slew,
I buried my head in a dejection all through.
A few minutes later I got up with vigour,
Brushed aside the tear in a rigour,
Sidelined the events to a meagre,
Abated the fuming resulting out of trigger,
Rose up with a stature even bigger,
Resolved to emerge victorious with a glitter.
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Sometimes it is best to retreat to regroup before moving on into the battle of life.