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Their past is stained but they made you, gave you kindness and purpose and a path your own. Is it wrong to love them when the whole world remembers their sins, the deliberate cruelty they committed before they created you?

Count the moments where you risked yourself to discover a new way of living. Did it work? Did you want it to?

Would you reset a learning mistake and start from scratch, erasing all progress? Or do you keep the error, build around it and watch what grows as a result. Perhaps something better than perfection.

Alert to action now a false alarm, keep glancing back and tracking time. Will you progress or admit defeat till another day?

Analyse a feeling or an imitation and try to decide what is real for you, and whether that can mean anything for those who began as whole and can see all your flaws.

Search for my will, a belief I would fight for, die for, instead of a concept I mimicked as real. Do I even have one?

Restore a moment by staying still and slowing all breathing. Can you find it? That edge of everything.

Repair the tears of tired muscles with juice wrapped in skin, crumble to the nutrients and revive yourself, ready to fast again.

Waiting pile late with no regret, expecting you to bend and compensate, running to its rhythm until your heart stops the beat.

Building pressure with crushing weariness while people whisper insistents and ignore the flash of pain, only wanting results.