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Dear Younger-Me,
I hope you know
How much farther
You'll need to go
Before you reach
The star you seek,
But don't give up.
Don't give up on me.
This life is hard;
It's out for you,
To make lies out of
What you know is true
And feel in your heart
No matter the pain
Or scars that you've earned,
Like black battle stains.
You're innocent youth;
You don't understand
Just how evil it is,
How red are its hands,
This world that you know
And so long to see,
And I know the truth,
But I'll let you believe,
'Cause it's beautiful,
The song that you sing,
A sweet lullaby
That lifts up your wings
And lets you take flight
Into stormy skies
That rattle your bones
And stifle your cries,
But you won't back down;
You won't quit to fly,
Though it's darker still
Each time to try
To touch that star,
Bring it to land,
Close to your heart,
Held in your hand
With all of its strength
And all its bright glow.
Your dream is loud,
And so you know
That you'll fly and fall
Then try once more
'Til you reach the height
You're climbing towards,
Growing higher
The more you climb,
And darling, it's true;
You'll have to strive
So much longer
Before you're there,
There in the stars,
There in the air
Where you can breathe,
Fully and freely,
Finally alive,
Finally freewheeling
In breathtaking space,
The colors, the lights,
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