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I understand your message
And the purpose of my trials
I had to first be broken
For my heart to reopen
To strip away the vines
That had it strangled.
So I’ll thank you for this
And the next that will come
Until I’ve finished my journey
Building what you’ve painted
That only I can see
I ask that you give me the wisdom
To complete this mission
Before death comes for me

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