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Change is woven into the fabric of our being
Throughout our lives our bodies change
Our hearts desires, our minds change
If change is so natural why is it always preceded by chaos
Why must a need or desire for change cue storms and raindrops
Is the payment for change and growth wounds and teardrops
Are our scars proof that our changes were earned
Do our scars serve as a badges of honor for coming out unburnt
Just as each change in season is accompanied by period of uncertainty
We are re-born from the ashes of embracing uncertainty for a possibility


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