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Reflection of I When I look at you I see parts of me I fight to accept You remind me of that little girl in me Although when I see you we don't exchange words, there's something about you
I write with the gentleness I want through others support, I write with the reassurance I want when I feel I fall short. Poetry can listen in ways people cannot, It is a written way to organize a thought.
Life isn't all that bad. We talk to each other; complaining of our difficulties, perhaps exaggerating a little to help us feel better. It works, for the most part. After all, misery
When it seems I'm alone, I'm not, I have my mind, And my soul, My morals, My life, To look back on, To hold tight, To introspect with, To think of solutions, I'm not alone.
For what is a heart if it is not brave? What is it for if not for feeling the courage to invite every stranger into Its home To
There is a strange peace in loneliness,