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Me…Being real in the light and the dark…when alone and with company…everywhere i go…here i am…dear self…i admire you…me is all i have …and all that i give …imposters cost to much…it is breath…it is love…with vines of hope…that fuels my desire to live…never overthinking what is engrained…acceptance of me…can’t change the ingredients of the frame…mind, heart, and actions…wearily and strongly…propping up self…yet, hands still outstretched…to carry more along the way…loyal to others…even when the meaning is lost to them…i can only be me…not at the mountaintop in many ways…but have reached many peaks on the hill up…slipped, rolled, and bled…some scars still bleed but not deep enough to stop the pursuit…no suit..only jeans…life is rugged… dressed for the occasion…celebrating daily victories…tomorrow can feel like a mirage…until it becomes reality…a high heart…loving eyes…bended knee…busy mind…a natural repellant…working to be free…internally…a wealth never able to be taken…unless given freely…investing into choices…withdrawals not always favorable…rich deposits of everything that matters…

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