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Grace

Falling upwards, yes, up to the stars

A feeling almost like resurfacing for air

So close I could almost reach out and touch 

The heavens above that tease me, so unfair

Just out of reach, I dwell in this space

In a euphoric state of acceptance and grace

Alone on my path, I choose my own destiny

I carry my burdens and walk at my own chosen pace

◄ Be Kind

Passion ►

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