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I count the blessings, one by one,
The love I share, the battles won,
The roof above, the food I eat,
The steady rhythm of my feet.
And yet, a shadow lingers near,
A rising fear.
The problems loom, a darkened wall,
Threatening to consume it all.
I know I should be filled with light,
Embrace the day with all my might.
But worries spin and hold me fast,
A future cloud upon the past.
So here I stand, a soul divided,
By grace embraced, by problems guided.
Knowing even in the strife,
There's beauty woven into life.
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