sometimes life seems to be sitting right outside my door, knocking on my window, asking me to come along-- why am i so afraid, i turn inside of myself, i cry, i am quite. the risk never seems worth it, the rain never seems to stop, and then one day i step into the sun, and i realize-- the risk is always worth it, to know life, to get your hands dirty, to dream, to find yourself short, and then to believe i am more than a dry soul.
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