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  • The stairs collapsed like dominos,
    And in my fall I learnt to fly;
    Or maybe just to land gently,
    On clouds built with more familiar sorrows.

    Everyday I look at the scars,
    I try to relieve the pain of my old bruises.
    The memories faded away,
    They went on holidays, on a long cruise;
    But I remember each moment, I'd say most,
    Every time the boat hits the coast.

    And if God can't deceive me, they sure could.
    And if God raises me, they sure don't.

    I spent years rebuilding steps,
    Making sure this time wouldn't be a mess.
    At the end of the day, they weren't marble;
    Here I am sitting on a step, all ramshackle.

    Is it worth it? Is it strength or innocence?
    To believe I can, to believe I should fix it:
    All over again, hoping it would be the last one,
    To ever break, to ever let me down.
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