Blooming

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I know the feeling, of thinking so low,

about oneself and wanting, to just go with the flow.

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I know the feeling, of wishing no more,

about exciting adventures, that can blow out your core.

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What is that in your face,

running down by your cheek?

Are you crying for pain

or for feeling so weak?

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What is that one can hear,

coming out of your mouth?

Didn't we always say

to be ready for drought?

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Let's be clear and direct, and stand up for now,

we will make a deal, and hold up to our vow.

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You were born as a marvel, dreaded by any loom;

go ahead, never doubt. This is your pathway to bloom.

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