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Pretenses
Hey. How about if just for today I am just me? How about I lay down the shield of pretenses and hold my chest wide open? There? See right there? It’s honesty which lies there within my breast. How about if I answer you with truth upon my tongue rather than deceit? How about you do the same? Okay. So, I want to be more than I am. But. I can’t see my way through the darkness. You ignited the best parts of me. Yet still. Here I am. Alone. Quietly alone. In the dark. Wishing I was more.
~tara caribou
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❤️❤️❤️👍🏻
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Thanks Steven.
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wonderful and filled with power in it’s openly fragileness. not sure if that is a word.
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Thanks Mike.
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What a coincidence. I want to be more too. More than I am, certainly more than I was. Better. Less flawed. It never goes away, this want. Better too, because once you start saying that this is good, you’re good, then you start to run in place and while you may be running in the dark right now, you are doing that thing you need to do: keep moving. This is a tunnel. I don’t know if there’s light at the end of it, but I know that there is less dark.
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Thank you Spiral.
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I so love the purity and depth of this Tara. So well spoken!
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Thanks Bill.
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My pleasure Tara! It was wonderful!!
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I think you’re talking to yourself in this piece.
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Perhaps I am, Stories.
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Just my interpretation.
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Birds of a feather
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True.
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Struck me as synchronicity. Been happening a bit this week.
Blessed be.
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Still waiting for that light in the darkness….
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This resonates hard.
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In a way, that’s a bummer. But misery DOES love company, too, right?
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