Sweet toil?

I deny any self worth,

I desperately cling to the toil,

From far off the idea of it is warm,

It begins, l walk barefoot on blazing charcoal,

I walk on and on and on,

Part of me hates it because it hurts,

I love it because it makes me feel alive…

So l walk on

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