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I can't stay here wrapped up in myths of a time I can't forget, yet cannot take the time to relive. I am expanding in all directions. And a new world is there that I have discovered. Freedom, liberation which begins as a word and becomes a way of existing. I survived while others of my old crowd dried up and ruined their potentials. Fame, recognition. I don't care for these as much as some think, and yet, I care more for them than they would understand. Acceptance. An odd sort of word. What if some accept me and others do not? Does it really matter?Chris G. Vaillancourthttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfinished-poem/
Chris G. VaillancourtUnfinished Poem
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