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This lack of acceptance for who I am

This burden of abandonment

Burns from my crown to my root

Dissolving all ambition, all motivation

Why am I here if I'm not seen, or heard, or felt?


Find that boy you left on the mountain top

The Cheviots have raised him.

He's strong, mature, resilient

And listens to the spectres of solitude

Whispering his name

Drawing him to seek his place

In the valley below

There he will find tender shoots of peace

Unfurling in the early morning dappled light.

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