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Dear Me,

I do not understand 

nor do I think I will ever,

Your motivations.

You

Are driven by the wishes of others

That somehow you do not fufill?

Yet

You can overcome the mountains 

You have touched the sky 

On broken 

Sick 

Wings

And despite flying so close to the sun 

You

Did not fall.

But you are unforgivable?

For some sin you do not recall?

Dear Self,

You think too highly of those around you

Even the gods of greece ate their children

and cheater their kin.

The mighty fall

and the underdog wins?

The underdog wins.

Dear self,

Youve done good.

 

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