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Jun 2015
I tried to consider everything
Then I realized that was the problem

The ego that believes

Not every creek bed can contain a river
when clouds drift too slow to avoid
letting you know how they feel

I tried to be so normal
Then I realized it was only for them

The ego that is afraid

Not every forest can contain a fire
when lightening decides it is time
for nature to try again

I tried to love you more
Then I realized it was only for me

The ego that lost

Not every dream can contain a nightmare
when the one who believed in you
learns to live without you
Mark Lecuona
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