And only clawing will help you out,
Be comforted by the thought that when you are,
There will still be doubt,
And there will still be just as far to go,
To reach any true happiness.
Like any absolute, the distance to it,
Is infinite,
And any joy you can grasp in relation to,
What you had a moment ago,
Is a triumph beyond all miracles,
That you can ever know,
Because it's alright,
Until you start to think about it,
And then you wish you never had,
And just continued to just exist.
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