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Lines, once hidden,
Have grown bolder now;
No way to hide them,
Can’t disavow.

Months of worry,
This illness claimed;
To live with this,
A horrid change.

Takes courage to fight,
The strange, unknown;
A weakness,
I must not condone.

Make time to rebuild,
No reason to preclude;
Dreams, tucked away,
Need be, pursued.

Not sure where I’ll land,
Nor at what stage;
But this much I know,
I have surely aged.


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