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A trend: People are admitting who they are publicly to others. Admitting to other people who are not necessarily safe. Its become a brave new world. With nets, no guarantees. But I travel on a breeze of mindfulness. Hello, this is who I am. Choose to accept me if you desire, if you can. It won't matter so much whether you like me or not... I'm freed. I like the person that I am and the one that I'm not. Observe: there is no chip on my shoulder. I ground it into sawdust long ago. I had no more use for it. Let people think what they do. Let their thoughts meander beyond my control. It is for them to wanderor to wonder perhaps, even to judge. I have my path, I do my best to avoid the mud. I am freed from the burden of their derision. It was my wisest and my best decision. One which brings me un-ending release. ******** LEGAL Copyright August 20, 2013 time/date stamped All LEGAL Rights Reserved By Author Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World Vote for this poem
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