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And I
This time, I am truly on the road,
I have tasted the dust,
Its bitterness clinging to my tongue;
Even with medicine, its grip choked me still.
I should have stopped trying,
But something within refused to let go.
Hope held me, brittle as it was,
Though I had nothing to return to,
No beacon to guide me back.
I thought I’d find myself
Somewhere in the chaos of it all,
Even as I lay shattered,
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