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Through the Broken
I chose this place,
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
Published 28th Oct 2013
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