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Dec 2015
“Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”* -Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

You aren’t real yet.
You are not alive
Until you’ve felt
Them circling you.

Not until you’ve seen
Them laughing at you
And your shabby facade.

Not until you’ve experienced
The fright of waning.
Of what it
Means to be yourself
and still worthy.

Love is the crucifixion
and the resurrection.

It is the gift from the Cosmos
to pick you back up
despite who you were.

Love is what will
make you real
And alive and forever.
Good luck on that.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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