We'll soon be free
Here I am, 3:30am, before sunrise, suddenly awakened from blankets of quilts. Promises unkept, I pour a glass of dark alcohol on this lazy Sunday morn. For today, I will bloom, and shed my shallow secrets. With a hunch of humility, I will tell you that sometimes life begins at 3:30am on a dark Sunday morning alone. It's time for us to move forward loves. No more hiding behind trees, tripping on wires. No, not us. Not anymore. For we are believers in magic, miracles, and strength. We are the ones who together move out of the dark. Take my hand, it's time to begin our pursuit of life. And with the knowing we've been here before, to hell with surviving, it's time to start thriving. Let's go while the dew is still shining under the waning moon. Don't look back loves, keep moving forward with me. I promise, we'll soon be free.
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