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Nov 2016
I want to heal
from the feeling of being misunderstood
It’s not easy
to be yourself when nobody will let you
I could tell them
my dreams are like stormy weather
But they might say
they fade away like the morning dew

I want to feel
the freedom of being who I am
You may remember
but I’m not that person anymore
If you want to live
in a place where the past is about you
Just don’t ask me
because I’m about now and not before

I want to kneel
where I can talk to God all alone
If you stand close
it may be harder on you than on me
I’m not proud of that
it’s just that I had let some things go
Now that I’m able
what I’ve become is the way it will be

I want to steal
things from my former self that I own
What is mine
is the way I will love someone new
What is yours
is the memory of how I loved you
But there is no place
that can tell the lie that I know is true
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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     ---, Madonna Suchak, ---, Pax and Weeping willow
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