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oh, sweet mistakes how dear you are to me i'd never know success without you every skinned knee brought the eventual feeling of restoration every heart ache whispers of future empowerment and with every black eye - the promise of beauty returned one must feel their weakest at some point in order to ever fathom true strength i've found myself in the heaps of rubble left behind by what i'd never wanted to become in ruin we are reborn so let the levy break let the water wash away what we've made let the words evade me let the type-writer's keys stick let the ribbon jam let all of my thought-out conceptions of what will happen never be let it all go to **** and get lost and crumpled and bruised let it all snowball out of my control so that i can let go and let it be how it's meant to be let me rise from the ashes dust off my wings and cling to the hem line of the ever-twirling skirt of the sky let me fly it's been so long since i've tasted the freedom accompanied with the abandonment of the flight-plan how i've missed the adventure of being lost and the undeniable sense of self-worth acquired by finding yourself i am new
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
scars and calluses.
oh, sweet mistakes how dear you are to me i'd never know success without you every skinned knee brought the eventual feeling of restoration every heart ache whispers of future empowerment and with every black eye - the promise of beauty returned one must feel their weakest at some point in order to ever fathom true strength i've found myself in the heaps of rubble left behind by what i'd never wanted to become in ruin we are reborn so let the levy break let the water wash away what we've made let the words evade me let the type-writer's keys stick let the ribbon jam let all of my thought-out conceptions of what will happen never be let it all go to **** and get lost and crumpled and bruised let it all snowball out of my control so that i can let go and let it be how it's meant to be let me rise from the ashes dust off my wings and cling to the hem line of the ever-twirling skirt of the sky let me fly it's been so long since i've tasted the freedom accompanied with the abandonment of the flight-plan how i've missed the adventure of being lost and the undeniable sense of self-worth acquired by finding yourself i am new
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Sparrowfreckles
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
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