Are you out there?
Are you reading these words of my heart? These words of my life? Words poured out as a record of my vulnerability?
I'm real
I laugh
I cry
So real that
Someday
I will die
I'm a shy
Little girl
In my heart
Have to be tough
So this world
Can't rip
Me apart
I'm alone
I'm solo
With me
Only me
I'm real
I am
Just what
You see
Are you real?
Here Today Gone Tomorrow
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