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Apr 2017
Sacred under bruises,
The book which confuses,
Our true nature.
Which is to overcome and never carry,
We shouldn't step to the drum when things get scary.
To stand in the face of fear is to master,
Conquering your demons in the place of disaster. Undermining envy and greed,
Excavating the land that delegates the seven seas. Closing our eyes and revealing, that spirit that connects us is so appealing. Uplifting, shedding, through the sifting, we're forgetting. But remembering so much more, the soul that combines us to the core.
Fear less, and love much more.
Written on 10/26/16
Rachel Procopio
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Rachel Procopio  26/F
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