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Above This.

Reflection has never
been so clear,
of such crystalline
than it has been today:

you do not
belong here.

You’ve got to swallow
the lump in your throat:
that bitter pill.

Just to state it simply,
no matter how heavy
or cold the prognosis
is to hold,

ready your shoulders,
for this is what you asked for:
this is what effort
has earned after the hardest day.

Understand that I knew
this day would come.
Me? Not like you.
No, I’m a bit better:

I know you.

Knew you would come fists
bleeding in their ill-advised violence
upon my door.

Fear not, I am prepared.
You wouldn’t believe.

And you will survive, brother.

You shall rise
above this just fine.


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