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I have to, you see My mind's mirror Holds an evolved visage of me Three years long A journey of mountains All to heal a wounds song That poison grips no more Sloughed off decayed skin Lain like leaf litter on the floor Soft glow, new and whole This is me! Truest me Deep breath, my destiny has yet to unfold
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