I am one, certain of being, lost and sometimes I find myself.
They have problems, secrets, dreams, storys, pretermits.
I have thoughts, living, manner of being, choices and surety.
They try, they can, they fail.
I do, I may, I know.
Life can be a choice of answers.
You can tell it fully, tell some parts, omit others, or not tell at all.
You can admite trully fully, or act thinkin' in a greater good or just in you.
Sometimes are questions that have no complete answers. And there are my thoughts.
Experiencing my life.
odd
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