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Jan 2015
I have found peace
Boredom will bear my scars

My mind has become a discovery

It is an island at sea
It is a mountain peak
It is a place to be free

I traveled to a place
And retained my senses
But that was all I brought
Not my memories
Not my heartaches
Not my desires

Only my senses

The canvas was blank
I wanted to borrow colors
And steal the things I see
It was a chance to be new
I wanted something good
But it didn’t have to be

I took all the stars
And herded them to one side
I wanted to see how far darkness went
But the only thing that could penetrate was light
So did I find the end of the light
Or the end of the darkness?

Regardless the answer
I asked the question
And I forgot about anything
And anybody

That's the point

It’s so easy if you let go
It's your place
Somebody may fit
But it's still yours
And it's good

Let go of the outside
Let go of what was said against you
Let go of being alone

Because you’re not
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   ---, SPT and Elizabeth Squires
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