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Distance

It is as if I am not just one person underneath my skin Torn with mixed emotions I keep everyone at a distance not allowing any of them in Walls were built of concrete with tiny windows to peek through Nobody really knows me They only know what I allow them to So many different aspects of just one person held deep inside Some I don’t know myself yet And doubt I ever could despite how hard I tried Some think of me as stubborn and others think I am weak Some refer to me as kind hearted While others assume that I am a ***** before I even speak Some know me as a hard worker who is honest and who is fair Others see a clever thief Who can be reckless without a care Some have met the romantic with a big heart A faithful and loyal partner Who drives them crazy from the start Some have met the fighter who is strong and never gives up on a dream A woman who tries n tries Until she either conquers her desires or realizes it wasn’t as good as it may have seem Some find me to be creative for always finding ways to make things flow Never conventional But always managing to put the pieces together in ways ull never know Then there are some who see a fun loving person who always lends a hand Others have seen the intense fears Although they never understand A few see a hardened person who speaks what is on her mind A ***** to some And to others the kindness person you can find Nobody sees the whole picture of the many aspects of me They only see pieces The pieces I let them see

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Date: 7/6/2018 12:32:00 AM
Hi Danielle.. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your well crafted write "Distance" this evening. I always appreciate the giftings of a pen in the hand of a poet!
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Danielle Brunelle
Date: 7/6/2018 1:25:00 PM
Thank you I appreciate that

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