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Identity

Because everyone we meet know impacts us in one way or the other as much as we want to believe we are all immune to external stimuli. A gentle reminder of who I will always be and how the journey of life will evolve one second at a time. ..

Some have loved
Some have left
Some have hurt 
Some have cared 
Some I miss
Some I don't
Some I believe 
Some I fight
Some have touched
Some have nurtured
Some have impressed
Some have shared
All have made a mark
Everyone's a part of who I am
The great I look up to
The good I emulate
The bad taught me not to be
There's very few that bring hope,
Who make me want to believe..
For who I continue to dream,
Who will search with me for the pot of gold at a rainbow's end,
For who turn my world magical...
Who will ride with me the Unicorn of Hope, 
Into a perfect sunset at the Elysian Fields...
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