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Transformation

Were our own worst enemy,
Picking apart situations,
Always searching for a remedy.
 
A constant battle deep within.
We’re our own next contestant,
Crawling in our skin.
 
Reaching for the surface,
Clutching the out reached hand,
Looking in the mirror,
Seeing where we stand.
 
Rerouting our path,
Yearning for the past
To loosen its grip
And release us from its wrath.
 
Unfamiliar with the day,
We turn towards the light
Ready to surrender,
Tired of the fight.

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