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Just A Hint

Nothing yet, it just won't come. The words are only senseless rhymes. The pain is fresh, I don't feel numb. That's just the way it goes sometimes. Leave's me wondering should I jump. Tell the tale of where I've been. End it all and throw it in the dump. But just know that it's not a sin. Some people just have to travel far. To just get back to where they are. Leave it all behind just to get it back. It takes a little finesse and a little knack. You ask yourselves what's she talking about. She? There we go, now you know. I've come to this place where there's no doubt. Things have gotten where they're starting to show. There is a way for you to see. The other side of what is me. But puzzles are made to make you think. You'll have to read my other link.* *link means my last poem.

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Date: 5/9/2019 12:20:00 AM
Leslie, We are who we are who we are. When we are children, we know who we are. Sometimes society tells us we are someone else. Often times we have to reflect and believe in ourselves, and our soul has to remind us. "Some people just have to travel far. To just get back to where they are." This is profound and deep, my friend. Well done!
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Leslie Albright
Date: 5/9/2019 12:51:00 AM
Believe me Caren, having someone comment on a poem of mine and appreciate it when no one has commented is very much appreciated. Thank you.