Waking up
Picking up Life's pieces, moving down a broken road.
Tumbling in the thicker branches, leaving marks of tales and scorn.
Feeling lost, ashamed and afraid into that unknown.
Becoming something you never thought you'd be, that entity you despise.
Falling sharply before waking up
In a way that you can only find yourself.
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