none the wiser

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trampled past the
sharpest spikes,
crawled through
the tightest holes.
scaled the rocky
hills with strife,
and made it out
with a wounded soul.

still, I'm none the wiser.

~ weuneigh

.⁠。⁠*⁠♡*。.

experienced the unforgiving, yet these scars taught me nothing.

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