Mondays are just young Fridays

maybe

Maybe I
am the way
I’m supposed to be?
Perhaps,
in spite of the changes,
this is
my reality?
Maybe all you learn,
and
what you hide, and
all the stuff
you feel inside, is
as organic as it can be,
and
when all is said and done,
I am really me.
                                      j.g.l.

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