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I walked through the echoes of who I’ve been,
Rooms full of shadows, old versions and sin.
A rope held my future, still tied to my past
’Til the moment I loosened my grip at last.
The plane of my life rose clean from the ground,
No weight on its wings, no chain to be found.
I’m done with the noise, the pretence, the show
What’s false falls away.
What’s real gets to grow 💜
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