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Dec 2015
I am not now, nor will I ever be
Defined by misconceptions others have of me.
But rather by my actions to those that bring no gain,
How much more so to those that caused me pain.

I am not now, nor have I ever been
Defined simply by the number of those I call my friends.
For an excess of friends can be like fame, vain and quickly fleeting
Rather I have found only a few close friends is what I'm needing.

My convictions are no restriction, at least not that I have found.
For the best way to learn is debating with one who disagrees.
It may take some time, but the truth does truly set free.

Definition like inhibitions, only weigh us down,
Clouding our careless conceptions, not allowing us to see:
We are what we do, attempting all we can surely be.

12/15/15
J B Moore
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J B Moore  24/M/New England
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