You in mind because I’m yours.
All hair, marks and flaws.
Clumsy head knocks stumbles and falls.
High pitch, snorts and more.
Trust, mistrust I’ve done it all.
The fear but an urgency to reveal more.
A friendship, so simple yet easy yet small.
A bond, young with wisdom of yore.
No ceilings, no caps but this floor.
Gripped for safety, for failure — I’m sure.
For nothing, not far from history — I’m sure.
This blessing, this dream — I’m sure
I push to wake. It must repeat. My fate.
This blessing? No, a dream — I’m sure?
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Walk in your truth. Speak in your truth. Act in your truth.
Do not be afraid to grow this truth, nurture this truth and be with it.
You will be wrong and you will be right and all of this — all of that space is ok to be in, to be present, to exist. Be sure to live your life in your truth.
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