identity

Your ego a compass to the mountain

Your tears and fears filled the air turning the gears

Your near miss, was a constant hiss

Before it all, the road was set up for a fall

Your quiet demise was a hectic surprise

A dark cloud egging one to be proud

Your tragedy was a dramedy puncturing any remedy

But it saved me

The darkness was outlined in red

Your ego a compass to the mountain

To climb and muster

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