A big whiff of fresh air..
as i leave my shell..
where i spent..
the entirety of my past..
wake up and smell the coffee..
get up and hear the seraph's singing..
as new nebulae bloom ripe..
just right for the picking..
renewed vigor..
rise up to the plate..
embrace who i was meant to be..
no rest for the wicked.....
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