i've counted days and nights and sunrises up to this moment.
am i ok?
this sky-high tower i climbed felt haunted.
until today.
i thought my soul's been pulled out of my bones then.
i was in ruins.
and my poor heart collapsed in a beat it skipped.
like in movies.
some pain filters into core memory, a heroic myth.
sages never innate.
being reborn from the ashes is never late.
we studied grief
we found relief.
sky-high tower
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