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It's Been Dirty 🎂

Here on the last day of my thirties

I think of you

I hid myself

My birth day

Always haunted me

All my life

From you

Because I didn't know how to be who I was

Who I am

Who I will be

I ran

I'm sorry if I hurt you

And know very little

Still

What to do

What I do know

Is that time, is not only precious

It's going

Right now

Even as I still am guessing at how to be

And I don't want to run anymore

Because what I am running from

Is ultimately what I am running to

So I will stand here

Perfectly created

And struggling 

Everyday

To be

Just a little more free

And a lot more of me

Than I was yesterday

Thank you for loving me

I have felt it 

Letting go 

Into you

#bewhoyouare

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