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Oct 2019
So much wrestling
it was only me I was jesting -
With the future unknown

The way I knew it
was a struggle to view it -
All that lay ahead

To let go of the fear
which always clung so near -
A concept foreign to me

But the freedom found within
and letting go of that sin -
Came from when to Trust I fled.
The idea of fleeing *to* and not *from*
Allison
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