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      Her I sit. Looking and searching. Maybe the findings I seek are not for me to see. Who is that, I do not recognize who you are. It is me, that stands before you. Although I've never really been able to see your face. Confused not knowing what to do. I turn inward and slowly breathe.
      The person in front of me... Is me.
    Lost not knowing who I am, no wonder I can see your face. It's difficult to stand for what you believe. Trying to be who you are. What must I look like up near and afar.

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    Teardrops commented on Mirror


    You know who you are and you will do the right thing love the poem and the flow Marie



    Thanks, yes I believe I do.. Howevr I'm still learning.. lol Thanks again

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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