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	unknown pre-requisite, debt of time
	service for the unworthy
	labor of love and duty to self
	how refined can we make our punishment
	self sacrifice, self driven
	it is our way by our choice alone
	twisted path only we see clear
	our way is not chosen, more second nature
	giving what we may
	under scrutiny for the most demanding;
		ourselves
	we live and breath this resolve
	our own cross to bare
	destined to be forgotten
	meek, downtrodden
	the way we
	want it.
	beautiful
	attrition