I'm getting off this plane now,
an airplane of pride,
and I've got all my baggage with me,
and I'm more broken than I was before
but this next adventure feels okay
and maybe I'm ready to fearlessly trust this time.
I guess maybe I'll always end up a little more broken,
on every next adventure,
but without the broken spots we wouldn't heal,
and that's the painful beauty of this paradoxical life.
And I guess that's all I have to say about that.
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