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Remember this ache,
These growing pains,
These tender knees
And bloody fingers,
These rusted bones
And chapped whispers—
Take this tired body,
And never forget,
But take this wounded body,
And listen to its hurt,
Its silent, burdened words:
Forgive—and forgive, forgive.

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