This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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All because I opened the door, or rather I left it unlocked, Didn't I? What's a cage when I already have the key? There is a fire in me I can't put out; Can someone get me some water? Questions, and questions, and questions. It's all you ever speak. I don't have the answers no matter how much I wish I did. So I go looking, like I always do. In the streets, in my house, in a forest. I write this outside in the thick air, And I see you sitting across from me, But you're not really there, Are you? I write this from the well in my heart; But is it ever really filled?
