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What would it take to go back to the old days of nothing but bliss and sanity of having the world figured out even though we knew nothing?
What would it take to taste the sky for what it is without worrying about how to get there or how we could keep our hands clean while we grip the rungs?
What would it take, now, to keep on walking this path through sickness and health or through silence and noise What would it take to live fully without fearing what we might lose?
Life may be a journey but death is the road we trek upon —just aimless, there's really not a set one for our way— So I ask you now as I near the end of what used to be me— What would it take to crawl out of the shadows years of neglect built? Tell me, what would it take for us to go and start taking space What would it take for us to keep fighting, to not quit?
