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I love you my dear but understand I must let you go

An ode to who I used to be, and feeling disconnected from who I am becoming. Kind of a narrative on personal growth.

Frustration with the lack of progress in life

Who you were is the foundation for who you are, but you who will become has yet to be built.

To recover from being a compulsive liar

Ode to a friend, ode to what once was

Another less than happy love poem

I used to love drawing faces on my fingers as a kid

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