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Fuck grounding. 
Walk with me through the fire and flames. 

From the ashes grow a new spring

fed by an earth renewed

Not through destruction but through cleansing.

Paths made barren by a wasteland of past

hurt and anger and emptiness

Should still be walked, one foot in front of the other. 

As we come to the edge of the cliff and peer over

to depths unseen and unplumbed

The path is not broken, so much as changed.

Choose to walk the edge and find a new way,

feet still leading forward,

Or better yet, build a bridge and learn to fly.

Fuck grounding. 

(Take my hand) 

Walk with me through the fire and flames.