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If I hide

Maybe it won't reappear.

But I stand

In a void

So free

Of understanding.

That I'm blind

To your misunderstanding.

What happens now?

Now that I'm found instead of lost.

Standing instead of fallen?

And I've paid the cost?

Will I live?

Will I cry?

Will I find the strendth to feel?

After all that I've been through