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Falling Slowly

by vcruz77

We all fall

Some people

Break so easily;

Porcelain china dolls

Too delicate to handle.

Some become 

Rough and 

Thick 

Because they

Grow scar

Tissue;

To hide the

Pain and the

Losses they

Suffered from 

Which it comes.

We may crack

Or falter

Or tumble down

Into the rabbit hole

But it is a

Necessary

Step into seeing

Ourselves for who

We really are 

And who we wish

To be.

Living fully comes

At a great price

Yet it could

Be worth this 

Pain

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