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One Small Me

If I am not her,

that good and lovely girl in a box,

who am I?

Now that this body is alive

with the energy of all of life,

who am I?

I believe this,

but I believe the opposite of this, too.

I love you desperately,

I hate you just as achingly.

Both can exist within, but how?

But how?

I am bursting fire,

I am calm ocean blue.

I do not understand, and I understand entirely.

For one small me,

these feelings are large.

Too large for me to carry

alone.

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8 replies on “One Small Me”

Sorry, I wonโ€™t be. I only follow bloggers who authentically connect with my work, and vice versa. Unfortunately, by liking all my blog posts without having had enough time to even have read themโ€ฆyouโ€™ve showed me there wonโ€™t be that authentic connection there.

I wish you all the very best, though. And I hope you find a beautiful home in the blogging community. ๐Ÿ™‚โ˜€๏ธ

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No worries at all. ๐Ÿ™‚ In my experience, the very best way to find an authentic, wonderful blogging community is to write wonderful words that connect with the heart. Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ll find some wonderful friends/followers by doing this. Good luck on the journey. ๐Ÿ™‚

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