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And he rose from the deep,
Not silently, but with a scream.
He grew, he learnt, he understood,
He watched, he felt, he hurt.
Knowledge made its painful way,
Deep into the recesses of his mind.
It stayed there like a larva,
Festering the surroundings,
Waiting to grow.
And when he looked in the mirror,
He no longer knew who he was.
What he wanted,
What he was capable of,
WHat he was meant to be.
And as the shattered fragments,
Of the false image lay before him,
The pieces rearranged to give a new perspective.
The light that dawned was a reflection,
Of the true light that shone within.
The intense brilliance of absolute knowledge,
The glow of peace,
The flash of truth,
Pure white.
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