There's an ebb and flow.
I don't know where to go. It takes me to and fro. To places I don't know. And places of familiarity. Face to face with fear, And feelings I cannot bear. So I run To where I was from A time of malign Paradigm But a place I found grace And they keep reminding me Who I was made to be Free
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