i have fallen so many
times before
and each time i rise again
sometimes it takes a while
but mostly i rise too soon
each time i fall a part of
me is ripped by shame
and even if i may have risen
the pain and shame remains
i am never whole again
i hope i fall no more
i shudder at the possibilities
the next time i fall
i might not be that strong
to stand against the current
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