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May 2016
I don’t want to feel!
I’m fearing the changes in life that are inevitable.
I want to be brave with a nonchalant shrug and a smile on my face.

       I don’t want to be drowned in a river of irrelevancy-
      That may be only apparent to me in my thought’s captivity.
      I want to be content with what I have- feeling no need to compete.

         I don’t want to let life’s struggles drag and flail me as they see fit.
        Becoming someone unrecognizable to myself.
        I want to have strength to show myself that I can be tough.

But nights like these where silent tears roll~
I’m frozen in the same spot as life’s failure tease without mercy or control.
Sometimes I find myself comparing my life to that of friends and family members, but I need to realize that - that is comparing apples to oranges; we all are on a different journey through life.

Mish aza- I don’t want in colloquial Arabic.
Ree Bunch
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Ree Bunch
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