It's spilling out me DadI thought you referred to the ones I'd half written
no submission
spoken plans breed submission
will she ever find her mission
in this life?
I think it's parting its veil
The face of my deepest expressions
stuck in the mirror
Forcing its way to be on display
Like playing through this life
xcept it revealed itself through so much pain
And rising up again
to gain a higher plane
next level operating
With an even greater open heart
Ready for my next mission...
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