Pulling all notes together, photo in my mind, with thought burnt images, some steps I have to climb. As tears start to canvas, then all ink starts to run, disappearing words of forever, excepting everything that's done.
How is the depart so jagged, as both sides begin to shift, help me pick it back up, this heart needs a lift. Understanding things unknown, maybe learning how to feel, self patience til I get it right, all ambition there was real.
All great things come with pain, but does it always hurt, was I of too many demons, it sat on the sleeve of my shirt. Repairs now to be made, a real work in progress, a lot of lessons learned, as I succeed failing the test.
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