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To Be

To be.

To be loved.

To be held.

To be with one another as if each of us is the reason we’re all here.

To seek connection for the sake of your soul.

To be strong.

To know you aren’t alone.

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Poetry

The method

I find it hard to get over some things. 

I find it hard to get over anything– particularly when I’m trapped beneath it. 

Struggling, straining, screaming, against it–While simultaneously aching, aiming, and pining for it. 

I am exhausted and enraptured by my emotional contradictions –I sprint to the finish, I am going this alone. 
I am loving.

 I am living. 

I am continuing my story. 
God damn. I’m lost. But, I am. 
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