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Dec 2019
Attempting to hold on to what is left because I never knew my first.
Imagine, I believed it was mother.
Reminiscing how I long for her nurture and flourished in her scent needing to be everywhere she went.
I wrote this poem after realizing all that I have been longing for was Myself. I've focused so much on doing for others, loving, caring that I forgot myself. After noticing what people around me has gone through in life it was apparent they lost theirselves in the process without realizing. Society in all have lost their innocence, compassion, patience, humility, comprehension that we are all one.
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