Chapter 99: 𝟗𝟗

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Once when I was running.

from all that haunted me;

to the dark I was succumbing-

to what hurt unbearably.

Searching for the one thing,

that would set my sad soul free.

In time I stumbled upon it,

an inner calm and peace;

and now I am beginning,

to see and to believe,

in who I am becoming-

and all I've yet to be.

-L.L.