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Sep 2020
What a seemingly endless, barely apparent path I have traveled
To be welcomed into the comfort of
Only me, I
Myself,
Have timidly found that there is nothing more relevant to my choices than
Me. Only I
Can arrive at the realization
That us
And we do not exist,
Cannot manifest
Because neither he, her, she, nor him -
And especially not you -
Makes any difference in the end.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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