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She dwells in a hell she had built for herself to ensure her safety. |
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With sight to foretell evil men for their deeds where she had seen this muse, |
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it was born of lies that she hid behind her eyes. |
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A wish and a prayer won't transport you there, just step outside. |
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She flew from comfort and routine, four walls fell around the dream. |
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Though feet aren't prepared, resolve was declared. |
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The door's open. |
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We must forgive the crime of never knowing why a plan changes if we step beyond the line. |
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The chance that passes by, has lived a thousand lives. |
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Offered, though it's rarely seen. |
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Put down the burdens of haunting pasts. Earn the marvels that most won't have. |
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She walks with cool composure, masking her panicked state of mind. |
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She's sick to death with worry, so she tells herself, "I'm gonna die". |
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Pupils adjust to sunlight, and lungs remember how to breathe. |
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So she pulls herself together and sets her sights to cross the street. |
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A child brushes her ankle, and she's thankful that she's not alone. |
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Feet reach to touch the pavement. |
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How can they know what's to become? |
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The sound of rubber burning, the bite of headlights blinding eyes. |
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No fear haunts her decision. |
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She pushed the child to the side. |
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Safety is found bleeding on the ground, the gift of altered perspective. |
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As the bedlam broke upon the crippled pavement where she lay, |
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the eyes of a child fixed to hers and she smiled at the choice she'd made. |
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Perhaps years spent in fearfulness, had helped save more than herself. |
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Though fate can deceive, we hold to beliefs that we know best. |