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Sep 2015
It has little to do with the light that changes our view.
Playing tricks on our eyes is it's surrender.
It gives away it's position to us-- while we stand looking in the wrong direction entirely (almost perpetually)



Dumb-Struck it seems...

Until  we close our eyes (we convince ourselves) "I will struggle", "I can't see", "I won't find love"

But the answer, my friend, I give to you:
Be free.
I will love you.
And you can see anything, if all you want to be is "me"

I reveal to you strength from within.
Now





                                    
           ­                             just





                          ­                                                                 ­  Breathe.
Don't be afraid to be you.
Andrew Kerklaan
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