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chrysalis
who am I to say...
...but what was seen
through the mirror of their eyes...
has always been there
innate to your spirit...your strength
to have clawed so often to the surface
just to gulp oxygen not infested with sulfur
hell still burning the soles of your feet
memories still running down your cheeks in streaks
don't forget those incredible wings
spread them...remember how it felt to fly
don't tell me that was someone else
attribute your perseverance to somebody not you
I will never accept that as truth
that mirror wasn't lying
it's been your face...your soul...your reflection...
...there all the time
you know...
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