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Falling into the depths
Of all my insecurities and pain, It is easy to try and grab onto Slippery sides and jagged edges Of temporary illusional relief. But ultimately their proffered safety Only serves to hinder me, Keeping me from the dark place I'm destined to decend into. For only when I hit bottom And land on my demons, and slay my dragon, Can I become my own hero, Able to crawl back out on rocks of truth And live finally in the wisdom of my own light.
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