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give back

quarter of a million miles away
i sit and stare out a new window
created by my insecurities
in the middle of a hallway frequented by those less-than-desirables
/what’s that phrase even mean, anyway?/
not sure i’m seeing everything right
this can’t be– there’s me,
staring back at me
wondering why i’m sitting here,
gutted over and blind to my own obesity
intake/i’ve got to give back
i’ve got to be a blessing through the work i do
and the people i pay forward to

you slipped right inside
Baby

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