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Jun 2020
I am much too alone in this world,
yet not alone enough,
to truly consecrate my hour.
I am much too small in this world,
yet not small enough,
to be only an object, a thought, an action,
or just a simple easy breeze.
I want my free will,
and I want it to accompany,
a path that leads to people;
and though that I want,
during my time begs questions,
where something I thought I made up,
was already there for others to see.
Yet is it enough,
to be so alone in this world?
Is it enough to be only me?
Written by
Ron
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