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January 4 There is a certain comfort in being loved. Not dependent on fantasy for excitement. Even the image in the mirror looks different – Eyes a little brighter - Head held up a light higher. Just spending the day not needing to remind myself That I’m lonely as hell – Confident? Secure? Can I really feel this way? What happened to the empty I went to bed with every night? The darkness of despair – the absences of the light? No longer do I feel sad when I arise each day – the sadness that I felt in all my yesterdays. There is a certain comfort in being loved. This is your gift to me. A New Reality. There is a comfort in being loved, And I wear you comfortably. |
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