We walk a lifetime
and lose our treasures.
But in the end our fortune
is measured by our fading scars.
Without our failure
there's no redemption.
And so we take our chances
to fall and rise with equal grace.
God bless our mistakes.
Let our bubbles break.
Let us be thankful for our foolish pride.
The air between us
is filled with silence.
Our words were never spoken
from fear of our rejection.
So tell your stories
and ask your questions.
Regrets are made for losing.
Embrace our imperfections.

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