Sponge

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I take carefully calculated steps

because I want to make this right

I want to make sure this is worth the risk

before I jump right in, so hold tight

I take the plunge, I let the cold rupture me

I am at sea, and I am nothing but a sponge

I suck you in, leaving nothing left of me

I am devoid of anything to make me whole

I drown, and I am washed ashore

I want desperately to become something new, something more

The choice I make here to chose myself, is long overdue

I sometimes wish I had chosen myself earlier on

But I'm glad the broken glass is gone

I'm uplifted, and I can move along


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