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Yes I am broken, but I am not defeated. I am like a salmon breaking through the surface of the water in order to fight the current. I am a glow stick breaking in the hands of a child on a summer evening, spreading my light.
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
On the fifteenth day Of April, Of the eighteenth year, Lay my motivation To rub dry tears from my eyes And have a great day.
I'm not antisocial, Nor do I hate people when I go away. I actually thrive around them, But there is a limit for me everyday. I don't like large groups, Unless it's a festival or concert.
You have no idea how badly i hurt, how much pain i endure when my anxieties and fears pulse through my blood… How easy it seems to just let them out, it only costs an inch of flesh…
Life is short and my time will soon be up, Death was approaching and my next breath could have been my very last, The mountain seemed too steep to climb, But the time was now, the time to persevere,and the time to strive.
See, I'm seeing  I'm dreaming, I've been achieving, Overcoming and healing  from a life of grieving  embarking on a mission to freedom  there is no concealing me  its been my destiny 
    Like many things Perfect waves end up breaking ... For they are not faulty  When they are born Growing from force
I have experienced flightWings gave me strengthOpportunities floated in the blue skyI reached I walked through fireTemptations beckoned me
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