Is there any pain;
Yes, only sometimes;
You are going the right direction.
It is hard for you dear;
Just beyond the red tent;
Is your true authenticity.
Time has come to shed all skins of doubt;
For your future awaits;
Just beyond that tent.
Do not recoil my dear;
This will not be the last time you travel through;
As the pace quickens you may remember;
Who you really are;
When searching for the back door.
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