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Complete, First published Sep 12, 2020
Mature
Writings inspired by a woman (edited: women)

The mirror to the reflections of my heart, because I choose to stay an analyst, an ever-active observer to an ever-active show I'm involved in.

This is a journal of the first emotional connection made with a female after my exit from a 6-month self awareness journey (and many more after.)

I've chosen to be true as possible to myself, with the philosophical notion that real Freedom comes from maintaining your personal truth, from being yourself in all situations, a deviation from which would become a betrayal to one's true self.

This for me is like an exploration of what it means to be true to one's self, in relation to another. 

It's a journey. I can only make predictions. But I choose to journal the miles that will be walked. 

This is me, being me, and giving me.
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