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prize

breathe past

the creepy honey

of fear

walk with the shadows

which caper

mocking your steps

stronger for the burdens

all things take time

to rebuild

and renew

what was faced

fades but its instructions

stitched into you and pulling

if you stop walking that way

still, wash your hands

of their weakness

Breathe

You remain the prize

All the more so

For what value you

Exhibit

 

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