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Aug 2017
You ruined me, broke me to the core
Belittled every ounce of me and more
Yet, somewhere lying on the dew dripped floor
I found something I had always missed before

My worth, it lay amount the roots dirt stained
Unpolished and tattered, beaten and maimed
Hungry and tired from life's cruel game
Through the harshest of trials bearing my name

I stood taller then, then I had in years
Whispered quietly into gods keen ears
"Its been a while, please listen here"
"Judge him not, and hold him dear"

"He has shown me the path back to myself,
The journeys comfort need not matter much,
I wish only the same serenity for his soul."
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