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On the beaten path of thought and mystery

She took Indian steps

blacked out, fell down

Woke up holding herself

I told her, I told her demons were assholes

I held out my hand

She pushed it away

It was the passion of her past that

helped her stand up, I think

She roared like a lion

cuz there's nothing like a slap in the face

There's nothing like hitting the bottom and

climbing back up triumphant, brilliant, and wise in your ways

Thus began Sara Spissu