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Let Me Speak
at death
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at last
let me then say,
I have lived;
not well, not poorly
but that I endured;
I experienced
each and every
moment forward
from my awakening,
with eyes thrice opened;
let me shout to the world,
that my palms faced up,
accepting all of that
which could not be
accepted from me,
wether love or apathy;
let me sing that I was
become whole, undone
of sad, abandoned roots
that kept me tethered
to shame and guilt;
so, at death
let me then whisper
I set myself free, at last
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Growth is painful and greener grass is a lonely backyard.
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Today 4:10am
This write kept getting more vivid ad I read.
Especially when I got to the abandoned roots towards the end.
Great closing:)
Especially when I got to the abandoned roots towards the end.
Great closing:)
