I am here.
Not to intellectualize my emotions.
But to feel them as experienced.
Not to convince!
But to know that they exist.
Whether you see them exposed bared.
Or not!
Or whether I keep them within.
They do not stop.
I live to feel every one of them!
And changing my outer appearance…
Does not excuse the fact,
They are intact.
To be shown.
Beneath an exterior…
One soul only at a time condones.
And inside me this is known.
Like a tree that sits,
Rooted.

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