Young boy,
you sit in the corner,
hiding your discontent.
I watch you,
with my mind's eye now.
I see your denial of those
you once did fear.
Humans are made of harsh material.
Those who may endure
the shaping process
may find themselves
pressed against a thousand swords.
It's rare, when you're always in thought,
that you don't find yourself
at the cutting edge.
You will survive,
as I have seen it.
And on day, you'll do more than that.
You can see in others
what I see in you.
But,
do you really
want to?
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