Some years you crawl and you swear you'll never walk again.
Then suddenly you're standing and swear, never, will I crawl again.
A kind heart has held darkness, a brilliant mind has felt madness,
leaving a beautiful soul in a state of emotional purgatory.
Stroking my aggression, in hopes that I can roll my eyes, and forget that it happened again.
How did we arrive here, knowing we rushed in.
Scraped knees and all, I whispered let's crawl.
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