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Why would you want
        To be a flower
      When you’re already
   Beautiful
A lot of times we forget to stop
and pause and be thankful for
what’s on front of the mirror.

Be yourself
Be beautiful
Your voice is your choice
Never ever be somebody your not
You can’t have everyone like you
Sometimes we disagree
Your voice is your choice
Be a voice
Looking high, looking low
Find your inner self
Deep inside your soul
            Is you
Find your inner self
Kindness will take you
            Very far
Find your inner peace
This old skin
Is wearing thin
The longer it sits
On this skeleton

And the longer it sits
The wrinklier it gets
Yet there's still some fit
So I must not be done yet

While some spots hold tight
Others hang loose
My epidermis I find
Hasn't a clue what to do

As it does it's bit
The looser it gets
One day I believe
It'll sink past my knees

Then maybe I'll tuck
It into my socks
And buy bigger shoes
For my skin that hangs loose
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A WAVE

she brings me
the sea to see
in her tiny hands

tamed in blue buckets
the captured sea
sleeps beside her bed

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It was the first time she saw the sea and she patted it like a pet and said; "See...sea my friend!" The sea fell in love with her and she fell in it.

Her mother was sick and couldn't make it down to the shore so Tilly kept trying to bring back the sea for her to see. But alas the sea would trickle through her little hands so nothing survived the journey. She kept trying and repeating " See the sea Mammy...see the sea!" or "I have brought you a wave!"
She managed to smuggle some sea home in her bright blue bucket with the red stripe and she kept it by her bedside because it was her friend. She would also sleep with twigs and stones and shells she had also befriended that day. She regarded everything as a sentient being and loved them all equally. To her a stick or a stone had as much right to a life as a human being or a bee. I think she believed that we are all here in this moment and so all living beings sharing the same place in the universe. Loving and kindness was her religion and she practiced it daily and embraced everyone and anything she saw.
And
As always,
I ended up
Picking the pieces of my heart.

It's going to be like this, isn't it,
This is why I stopped talking,
Why not just leave me alone?

Invading my space,
Makes me feel special,
And throws me off the cliff.
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