The substance
Am I not enough
The blood flows with the essence
With it I have survival within me
The depth of this abyss is unknown
There is never an end
I let only the beginnings breathe
Worthiness truly is mine
Observation is welcome
But the measure is mine to take
The criticism is not reality
Look beyond what you see
The gem is there but is unknown
Let it not be smuggled
Diminished it can not be
Waves of life flow from it
Let the judgment be shallow
But yes, it is the substance

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