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Feeling like I can’t and you can Cease to steady, my own hands Trying to please, for affirmation Seeing no potential in my creations Knowing the result before beginning Only finding pleasure, when, sinning A sense of guilt, when raving mad Imagining emotions, you may have had Wearing your shoes, neglecting my own Only escaping, when completely alone Loving my neighbors and despising them too Never quite catching, up to you Beginning every day, with the same goal Do something that matters, become, whole Ending each night, at war with myself Replaying my failures and emotions, felt

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Date: 3/11/2020 9:12:00 AM
The eternal struggle. You have expressed it eloquently. We all occupy our shadowed places. Pleasure feeds our demons.
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Date: 3/8/2020 12:08:00 PM
Anna, take it from one who knows. Don't beat yourself up for being flawed. Your flaws are there to remind you that none of us are perfect. You must always be true to yourself. Finding inner peace is a life long search for many. Just continue to be Anna:) I know you still like to have fun because I have read your poems. Let the little girl inside come out to play more often Life is too short to worry about our imperfections. Laugh everyday!!!
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Date: 3/5/2020 6:46:00 PM
I want to clink glasses and give you a hug. No words, yours are perfect. xomo
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