May 18, 2009
Will I make it to the end?
While the sun sets on my hopes and dreams,
Will I find my way at last?
While the moon rises to free my inhibitions.
Will I be accepted,
When the true form is liberated?
Free from confusion and shame,
Eyes are wide open,
I'm no longer blinded.

We are who we are,
It's time to strip the identity you once possessed,
Embrace your new set of skin.
For those who were not able to witness the eclipse,
Catalysts in their own special way,
The past has been written,
Today is a new day.

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