Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
I know I seek approval
I know I hurry to be other
Why is it a struggle for me to acknowledge what I am? And what I not I
am.
And I imagine words could contain it.
Save the weak.
Why me?
Why not you?
Because I am here. And I love all of here.
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