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You RUR Walls


I have no walls.
That is why I feel so alone.
I feel the empty space
of nobody coming near
and experiencing life
from my core
to my extremities
alone.

It is a wonderful experience
to be so open
so free
so aware
so alive.

If I did not want to share
there would be no loneliness.

Pity, sometimes,
that I want to share so much :)

If only someone would understand...

. . .

I smile as wide as the universe
for everything, for everyone, for myself
and for you because you care.

thank you for caring
it means so much to me
you mean so much to me
cuz you care.

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