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Can I be the poet, a dreamer and hopeless romantic

The one who still cries in all the cheesy places, and hasn’t grown out of  the ”silly antic”

Can I bare to let myself feel every fall, crack, and splinter

Letting myself cry in the moment, and leave behind my ” big girl face” which was much more childish in the first place.

Can I laugh and love, without fearing loss before even seeing the gain

Can I feel every pain, no borders or walls,

My protection not being man-made bars?

Can I leave them all behind, right here and now, say goodbye

And let myself cry?

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