I dropped my pack.
Not gently.
I threw that motherfucker in defiance
of what happened,
what tried to shape me.
Stick around.
There's no shame in resting.
The trail doesn't own you.
The weight doesn't define you.
Aim for the moon.
Not to land softly-
but to make your own crater.
Let the dust rise in your name.
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