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Wed 07/31/19 05:35 PM
I was looking up myself online to see what the world knew about me found out more about my books than the man himself... Yet when I look up the book itself it's misdirected... Who I am does not exist? I keep smiling painting pictures with words being unnoticed because of some factors if I really listened to a woman she could tell me a lot of good positive qualities in myself. And likewise on the web know nothing about me? Just the work I produce...

Each year gets deeper trees nestle in grass becomes dewy and soft I feel alive as a butterfly truly making my own way be heard... Who I am is happy unremorseful and free to be pluckered at like a dandelion exposing myself even more... I am simply wishing to be thought of as someone unique weird and talented with a good caring heart... words that pour out like honey... but no matter how deep I get or happy or moody this person keeps me content to just be me pushing me to keep doing things for her... and before I know it she pushed me so hard I look back and I moved an entire mountain to let her pass onto the valley...