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I know a few things about this life and they only belong to me-written under my wings they sing my melody- written though in a language universal so all who can relate will read and sway to a rhythm that sedates any reason to worry. My hands aren’t nearly the size needed to carry all my hopes, outweighing all my shortcomings, all my mistakes, all my imperfections. This much is true- I send out love- I breathe out truth- I weep a cleansing loss and soak in the waves of change- the walls of my heart swell with gratitude and my eyes shine with freedom knowing that with two firmly planted feet, a forward motion will render an authenticity to a life only gifted to me.

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