A little this and a little that

Tears roll out every time I think of it,
A little tired a little shaken.
while building the strong a little part of me is broken,
A lot of it is subsided and is never to be spoken.
while it seems beckon of darkness but truth be told,
Be it little or lot, broken or made, i would continue to pursue vold.

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