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inconsequential
I sit alone
and realize
it would make no difference
if I stayed or left,
if I smiled or cried.
there would be no one
to tell either way.
I shape this time
with my actions
and try to make up
for all the ways
time has shaped me.
and yet no matter
what comes from it,
no one will know.
it is there that
I am wrong.
what I do alone
is seen by others
though hard I may
try to hide it.
they can tell
by way of my
actions, my dress,
the way I think
about myself
and the world.
they are all products
of my time alone
and I carry them
every day
for the world to see.
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