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I wrote a harsh letter and tore it up...
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One tiny hard seed
hardly important
enough to notice
or to retrieve
Left to its
own devices
to grow or to die
through tribulation
Feel..
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I struggle
to make the words
the concepts
the feelings
Real for you!
Comprehensible to you!
I reach,
I shout,
I cry,
--all--
without succe..
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I struggle daily
trying to find my true self
Looking for the love that I want
yet I feel stymied at every pass
Every effort to share my though..
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