pilgrimage

it's a strange state we're in
that's for sure
you can't be strong unless you know you're weak
won't feel held til you've tasted the lonely ache
must be broken down if you want to be made whole
can't be blinded by brightness without being encompassed by the dark
you can't love
without hurting, fearing, bleeding, weeping
oh friend,
push on for the prize



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