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Maybe they’re the words that are never shared.

 Feelings we drown in, in fear in despair. 

Maybe they’re mistakes one has regretted. 

Forgotten memories that have us stricken to having us return to our wickedness. 

Maybe it’s a thought of what could be. 

Maybe….wait….let us not be unsure but rejoice in being content. 

Maybe can be a maybe but I’m certain of who I am and what I feel, I am real. 

Uncertainty can knock on my door and maybe may touch my lips or creep in. 

But my mind knows peace, let maybe be its own and let me grow allowing me to be one with my soul. 

Then again maybe these words are you for those who have learned to be whole. 



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