Here I am once again…
Feeling unworthy,
As though I’m not good enough.

As though,
No matter what the improvement…
It gets lost…
Unseen.

And there it is again…
The noise of nonsense.
Complaining…
Unacceptance…

For the minute
We neglect to accept
Each other for who we are
Is the minute,
All fails.

For love is loving
In totality,
In who it is they are,
Rather then who it is
We want they to be.

And yet,
Here we are.

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