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Oct 2011
Come now, my newfound friend.
Haven't you heard, the means are worth the end?
Stop shaking little one, take big steps.
Let me teach you, carry you, feel free to rest.

Now come along, come along, there's much to do.
The whole gang's here, allow me to introduce you.
Over here we have loneliness, guilt and pride
Behind them stand laziness, hatred and every reason you've cried.

Now, now stop shaking. They can't hurt you, my dear.
Though, if you want you may leave now, scurry away if you're scared.
But I'd be delighted if you trusted me and lent me your ear.

Now you see, young one, this place is quite funny.
The creatures who stay here don't care if you're rich or have money.
They'll attack without warning, the day could be perfect, cloudless, sunny
And they'll still beat you within an inch of your life,
Pull your hair, hold your throat to the knife.
Before you confront them you must plan in advance,
Since they'll break you and kick you if you give them the chance.

It's no doubt you'll have this in mind as they rush to approach you
But stand straight and tip your chin up, remind yourself I'm here to coach you.

You must not run and do not hide.
Let these demons walk by your side.
Shake their hands, greet them kindly.
You're strong, right? Do remind me.
Now show them who you are, every bump, every scar.
Let them know there's nothing there.
They can't have you, you're not scared.

Now walk away, leave these monsters in your wake.
The prize is freedom, it's yours to take.
KM
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