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For those who too, feel alone, perhaps you were built to be your own cornerstone.

By Summer RobinsonPublished 6 months ago 1 min read

I suppose I was always meant to be alone–independent of a mother in the grave and of a father whom my inner child never forgave.

Left a community that views me a sinner, counted as a loss; I chose authenticity and to the curb I was tossed.

In rooms always surrounded by people, no matter strangers or blood, when my heart should grow fond yet only identifies feeble.

The concept of forever, a fallacy dethroned–those eyes in the mirror tell me I was built to be my own cornerstone.

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Summer Robinson

"I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle–something heroic, or wonderful–that won't be forgotten after I'm dead." –Jo March, Little Women

Bold, outspoken, and loyal all in one–I aspire to be a modern day Jo March.

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