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Apr 2012
Thinking..
What to think.
Thoughts floating,
sitting, staying,
wanting to run free!..
with no judgement..
living..
in my head,
in my heart.
Say something wrong?
Happens..
We fear imperfection,
we strive for perfection.
We live..
but do we live free?
Free of worries,
free of pain,
free of judgement..
when we do..
will we be happy?
Written by
Serena Lynch
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