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Created on: February 12, 2009
You are the nurture of my seed, I cling to you with all my strength, afraid to let go, afraid to fall away from the security you have given to me,
As the days go by and the urge grows stronger, my vitality weakens, this is not a sign of deficiency, but a sign that I have grown and that I must let go,
For all the strings that bind me and all the fear I hold inside, it is beyond my control when you wish that I must fall,
During my journey downward I'll think of many things, I will remember all I've been taught and I'll know which to believe and which to not,
Though these lessons have been painful I know they were for my own good, and I'll use the anguish I have been through as a crutch to the many years ahead, when the moments come upon me and that I must look back, it will be you who I see,
Your image will remind me of that difficult lesson I was once taught, I will go forward with my head held high, I will cautiously move ahead unto what will now await me,
As my destination draws to an end, I think I can actually thank you for the misery you have caused me, because I know in the years to come it will be I that comes out ahead,
And when you look back, and I know that you will, you will be able to see just what a mistake it was you made,
As I fall softly to the ground I glance around and smile confidently that I can put both feet in front of me and know it will be you who feels quite all alone.
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