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Jan 2022
I treaded lightly,
Not allowing myself to feel,
Afraid of what might not be,
Afraid of what is to come.

But now I let myself sink,
Now I let myself breathe,
Deeper than before,
Feeling all I can feel.
Written by
Light Jiro
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     Bogdan Dragos, Aishu and Noa Adler
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