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Sunday, September 12, 2010

day fifty-seven: how to "live"

it's a strange sensation
to be told you're living life wrong
then one day
it hits you:
you're doing what is natural
what is normal
what you've been made to do
and that the people who've been telling you
how to "live"
never really lived
or maybe they did
and i'm just naive
but of this i am sure
happy is what i am
doing what i've found
that i love to do
being who i discovered i am
and loving those
i have to love
and letting go of those who have left
and it's a strange sensation
to not worry about it anymore
because i'm doing what i was made to do
and when i make my bed
i'll have to lay in it
and i may lay in it with you
but that will be okay,
because i'm doing what i'm supposed to do...
i love you.

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