I can measure my progress by reading the poems
Written by who I used to be.
I’m never alone when I’m sitting at home.
My soul is my company.
I want this for everyone. Even the haters.
I love everyone and thing.
And it doesn’t matter where now or where later
My soul simply has to sing.

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