

Will I still be able to enjoy life in the most wonderful places,
Looking back to the things it gave me hurt,
It only gives me that push, but still terrified of where it brings me,
Better to what I can give and pushes me farthest,
If only I can surrender to everything else,
Everything that comes in between.
Keep me posted, don’t let go of me,
I’m almost climbing, without forgetting the trials,
If the world still needs me, help me start all over again.
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