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Again,
I need to forgive myself
Just enough
To allow words to creep through
The tiny crack in my heart
That knows
Wholeness.
As I gasp for air, I can allow something to emerge
Like a lone survivor
Tattered from battle, starvation and despair
But alive.
Emerging from the sewers of self
Alive in its mere aliveness.
Nothing more.
Here.
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