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Tomorrow
I will be
Bigger
Better

Maybe this time
I won't run away

Head down
Hands trembling


Tomorrow,
I won't regret this

But that's tomorrow

Today remains
With all my worries
Insecurities and beliefs
My thoughts
Spiral
Off on a tangential course now

It will pass over me
And I won't be left untouched

But I will grow stronger
Through it all

I will become
The person
I want to be
In far-off tomorrows
(the one that doesn't have a million running shoes
a million blades and thorns
stockpiled
ready
waiting)

— The End —