tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81296596669537338692024-03-12T17:52:25.500-07:00Poet TreeMelanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-30157171914316768752017-07-25T19:13:00.001-07:002017-07-25T19:13:49.698-07:00Open to Interpretation<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Do these words themselves have meaning,</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Or do we assign the meaning only as perception?</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 15px;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Is it possible to be without meaning, and at the same time meaningful,</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Based solely on the experience of the perceived interpreter?</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 15px;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">When you answer, will my interpretation </p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Equal your expectation of my perception?</p>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-66361638250738027342017-06-04T18:17:00.001-07:002017-06-04T18:17:19.016-07:00To dust<div>I wore my favorite dress today</div><div>Colors bright and true</div><div>To make me feel a part of things</div><div>To bring a different hue </div><div>Than just the blue</div><div><br></div><div>I even wore the earrings </div><div>That match quite perfectly</div><div>Colorful polka dot butterflies</div><div>Can't even make me see</div><div>The bright in me</div><div><br></div><div>I told them all to go away</div><div>The lovers and the friends</div><div>I said I'd be in touch sometime</div><div>But we all know how it ends</div><div>No real amends </div><div><br></div><div>So when you see me walking</div><div>Slowly to your door</div><div>Know that I'm quite fragile</div><div>Though also I am more</div><div>worth waiting for</div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-60762526129259831862017-05-28T19:24:00.001-07:002017-05-28T19:24:00.737-07:00Cherry bomb<div>Cool cherries</div><div>Juicy and plump</div><div>Luscious flesh</div><div>Bursting and gushing</div><div>Sweet pink juice</div><div>Down my lips</div><div>And fingers</div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-51373224859331240512017-05-23T18:27:00.001-07:002017-05-23T18:27:29.093-07:00Heart Throbs<div>Feeling abysmally lonely.</div><div>Although lovers are easily enough available,</div><div>I feel compelled to blow them</div><div>off and leave them longing,</div><div>While my heart throbs for something more substantial, someone to please who pleases me too. </div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-23174748102514118312017-05-05T05:32:00.001-07:002017-05-29T19:06:02.894-07:00Blue<div>I cried on my yoga mat this morning</div><div>Mourning</div><div>All the love I've lost</div><div>My family</div><div>My home</div><div>Lovers</div><div>Friends</div><div>Bridges I've burned</div><div>People I've hurt</div><div>Those who hurt me</div><div>And I realize</div><div>Slowly</div><div>As if under water</div><div>My thinking is swimming</div><div>In a vast ocean of blue</div><div>That you</div><div>Reflect what I can't see</div><div>A mirror image </div><div>Of all that is missing in me<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5cK6GbSuvnY/WQxwzfCiomI/AAAAAAAAAmo/So_TAmtD0fUOq0zY2NmR9rZ1DRTjjEwEACHM/s640/blogger-image-70281069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5cK6GbSuvnY/WQxwzfCiomI/AAAAAAAAAmo/So_TAmtD0fUOq0zY2NmR9rZ1DRTjjEwEACHM/s640/blogger-image-70281069.jpg"></a></div></div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-65095205796247018932017-04-05T17:07:00.000-07:002017-04-05T17:07:08.684-07:00Ode to feeling bloated in the bathOh, chocolate covered potato chips<br />
you naughty devil <br />
you delightful coupling<br />
of salty and sweet<br />
firm and crisp yet creamy and smooth<br />
you make my knees weak<br />
but I can't help noticing<br />
the way you make me feel <br />
deep inside.Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-81337793136795378172017-02-24T20:13:00.001-08:002017-02-24T20:13:21.886-08:00Mira Mar<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fi3S3rX8Jws/WLEEXrzb_WI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Zs2zoENV9sI/s640/blogger-image--375554340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fi3S3rX8Jws/WLEEXrzb_WI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Zs2zoENV9sI/s640/blogger-image--375554340.jpg"></a></div>Sometimes a memory will just unhinge me. <p></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">For some reason I just thought about the name my Mom gave our homestead,</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">MiraMar Farm,</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Means "Look at the Sea"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">A reminder to look for the beauty, even when it seems distant.</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">Now lost entirely </p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;">To someone else's memory.</p>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-33189523585532753002016-10-22T20:14:00.001-07:002016-10-22T20:14:34.767-07:00Honest to a faultMy honesty compels me to tell<div>The rest of the story</div><div>The dirty laundry</div><div>That only the child of a hopeless</div><div>Alcoholic anonymously can know</div><div>How I felt ashamed</div><div>Scared</div><div>Flawed</div><div>To my very core</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Guilt like a pair of concrete boots</span></div><div>Dragging me down </div><div>To the bottom</div><div>Rock bottom</div><div>I met you there </div><div>And I wept</div><div>While you slept</div><div>On the floor</div><div>Cigarette still in hand</div><div>Like a little flare</div><div>A cry for help</div><div>In that big empty old house</div><div>Now nothing more than a memory</div><div>That haunts me still </div><div>No matter how far I run</div><div>Away.</div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-65201661018175767222016-06-14T22:32:00.001-07:002016-10-25T05:39:00.655-07:00Your girlKneeling<div>Feeling small</div><div>Excited anticipation</div><div>Heart beating faster</div><div>Coming closer</div><div>Closer</div><div>Touching my face</div><div>I submit</div><div>All yours</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-32057971675352962302016-05-16T21:24:00.001-07:002016-05-16T21:29:34.449-07:00CucumberA faculty member forgot her keys on the counter of the bookstore, which prompted me to peek up there to see if I could find them. Not just the keys, but also a big green cucumber lay on the counter as though on display. Only problem was, we don't sell cucumbers. In perhaps a moment of less than better judgement, I asked the professor if this was also her cucumber. She laughed all the way out of the store. A moment later I was approaching a young woman browsing cosmetics and found myself asking her (again probably not my best judgement) if this was her cucumber. She said yes, the lady at the salon next door had given it to her for some reason and she was excited to get it home and eat it. That was the final straw. My professional facade cracked and I laughed out loud, right in her face. I couldn't make this stuff up. Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-20814307233772492012016-05-11T19:25:00.001-07:002016-06-16T19:44:53.596-07:00GrowingStressed and exhausted<div>Dazed and confused </div><div>Weak and accepting</div><div>Fearful and bruised</div><div><br></div><div>Rusty and tattered</div><div>Restless and used</div><div>Beautifully broken</div><div>Yesterday's news</div><div><br></div><div>Wanting and needing</div><div>Hoping and pleading</div><div>Loving and living </div><div>Sharing and giving </div><div><br></div><div>Learning and knowing</div><div>Ebbing and flowing </div><div>Breathing and slowing</div><div>Growing, just growing </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-47416016871562499702016-05-02T21:11:00.001-07:002016-05-02T21:18:49.455-07:00Capsized<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>As a child I cherished the silly moments we had. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Knowing unconditional love thanks to you dad. No sarcasm although your lectures could drive anyone mad. </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Now I look around and see so few who care enough to even try. I'm so alone and too afraid to wonder why. So many songs can make me cry. Don't die, don't die, please, sigh</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b-Ji-T453gQ/Vygk-lorwAI/AAAAAAAAATw/pG0P03oKEZ8/s640/blogger-image-2043505759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b-Ji-T453gQ/Vygk-lorwAI/AAAAAAAAATw/pG0P03oKEZ8/s640/blogger-image-2043505759.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-16440284481025118752016-02-27T05:35:00.001-08:002016-02-27T06:05:55.754-08:00The Parent CurseMonday to Friday I stand by your bed, looking down at your sleepy little head.<div>You look so peaceful I almost feel bad</div><div>Waking you from your deep slumberland.</div><div>"Time to get up now, we can't be late,</div><div>And it's already a quarter til eight."</div><div>"Just five more minutes," I hear you mumble,</div><div>And all morning long more grumping and grumbles.</div><div>Then finally! The weekend, at last it is here!</div><div>No alarm clocks, no rushing, or traffic to fear.</div><div>There's only one thing on the weekend to fix,</div><div>You always wake me up at a quarter to six!</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vUFQmnfNomM/VtGtQgUOZnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6OHeJm1Q5h8/s640/blogger-image--1620958146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vUFQmnfNomM/VtGtQgUOZnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6OHeJm1Q5h8/s640/blogger-image--1620958146.jpg"></a></div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-37988846642658185932015-12-13T21:27:00.001-08:002015-12-13T21:27:23.564-08:00All I am is one<div>Whole being radiating</div><div>Light up the whole world </div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-55630115286467902842015-12-10T20:14:00.001-08:002015-12-10T20:15:07.926-08:00MobileDevices we cherish more than eachother <div>Our lives ripe with anguish no clue why we suffer </div><div>Reap what you sow is all app based and storefront</div><div>Like putting a hashtag on the present moment </div><div>Technology ruling class making us servers</div><div>Uploading more bullshit into the users</div><div>But cradling our demise isn't all we can hope for</div><div>At least I hope not that's for sure</div>Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-6567154530335571232015-05-31T20:42:00.003-07:002015-05-31T20:42:41.424-07:00longinghold me<br />
close<br />
I need you<br />
inside me<br />
there is pain<br />
but also love<br />
and passion<br />
and you too<br />
<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-48779536945569260062015-05-03T05:38:00.000-07:002015-05-03T05:38:36.297-07:00A little moreWoke up crying at 5am<br />
seems even in sleep<br />
I feel the pain<br />
the strain and drain<br />
of being alone<br />
raising a child<br />
worked to the bone<br />
nothing to show for the long hours<br />
the many tears flowing<br />
the years blown<br />
and the bills just keep growing<br />
I do it all for him<br />
yet who really wins<br />
when I spend less time at home<br />
and when I am, still gone<br />
exhausted, depleted, worn<br />
nothing left to give<br />
the one I love<br />
and live for.<br />
<br />
No woman is an island.<br />
No child should be either.<br />
It takes a village they say,<br />
But I would gladly settle<br />
for even a little more.<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-3377980435662858402015-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:002015-05-03T05:30:43.279-07:00Sunrise Sivasana at sunrise<br />
under clear blue skies<br />
apple blossoms overhead<br />
tickle the nose in fragrant lies<br />
An avian chorus overtakes<br />
the growling aviation makes<br />
nature rules this renewed hour<br />
before the beastly men awake<br />
<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-40270978984673141872015-04-22T19:53:00.000-07:002015-10-16T20:54:26.443-07:00unfilteredthere must be more than just a screen<br>
no matter how large it is<br>
still just a screen<br>
like a filter <br>
to view the world through<br>
a tiny sieve.<br>
<br>
i'm so tired of staying up late<br>
and scanning a feed<br>
instead of nourishing my soul<br>
or embracing my love.<br>
<br>
I need you.<br>
it's hard to admit.<br>
and harder to explain<br>
but I think we could be so beautiful together<br>
and I miss you with all my heart<br>
<br>
so glad you're alive.Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-77310472776362754432015-04-13T21:44:00.000-07:002015-04-13T21:44:18.816-07:00Ingwaz and Uruz<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMn4fvtiWFo/VSyZ1zQ6dGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bh3DWmkROf8/s1600/Ingwaz%2BUruz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMn4fvtiWFo/VSyZ1zQ6dGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bh3DWmkROf8/s1600/Ingwaz%2BUruz.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a>Standing tall,<br />
Ingwaz leads,<br />
victorious<br />
without violence,<br />
a conqueror of peace.<br />
Strong in body, <br />
heart and soul,<br />
Uruz never falls<br />
although he toils<br />
long hours in the hot sun.<br />
<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-64316142954378025042015-04-10T20:13:00.000-07:002015-04-10T20:13:40.523-07:00wading<br />
the whole world is rushing<br />
so why not take our time<br />
slowly explore ourselves<br />
no need to jump right in and swim<br />
when we can dangle our feet in<br />
and wade leisurely <br />
feeling the water swirl and curl<br />
allowing ourselves to dream and beam<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-84727282700171989382015-03-25T19:46:00.000-07:002015-03-25T19:46:52.078-07:00Fearsuddenly I can fly<br />
above the trees<br />
through the clouds<br />
drifting into space<br />
watching as the earth comes into view <br />
from above<br />
everything looks so peaceful<br />
but then I fall<br />
slowly at first<br />
then faster<br />
rushing through the atmosphere<br />
crashing toward the cold hard reality<br />
and then<br />
a moment before my certain demise<br />
I wake<br />
nothing but a dream<br />
what was I afraid of?<br />
<br />
Fear is like that<br />
starting as a thought<br />
a fascination<br />
a beautiful desire<br />
then crashing headlong to disaster<br />
worry<br />
doubt<br />
regret<br />
but what if we let go<br />
allow our selves to fly<br />
to fall<br />
to soar or glide or slip or tumble<br />
to be ourselves <br />
and instead of doom<br />
we found peace<br />
free from fear<br />
finding the beauty at the center <br />
the love <br />
that is all<br />
Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-35263193457073817132015-03-11T19:36:00.000-07:002015-03-11T19:36:20.596-07:00Silent MusesSilence is a treasure<br />
wrapped in simpleness<br />
powerful beyond measure<br />
yet fragile as a drop of dew<br />
dangling from a wisp of grass<br />
in the gentle morning sun<br />
a whisper breathes your name<br />
and silence is gone<br />
the same as it came<br />
<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
<br />
Where do we find silence<br />
in a world of engines<br />
devices and violence?<br />
Where do we look to hear the still small voice?<br />
What if a world full of silence could still be a choice?Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-5419541242506314132015-03-06T20:38:00.001-08:002015-03-06T20:42:43.466-08:00Two years in 56 linesWho knows the meaning of life<br />
What is there to know<br />
When everything is falling apart<br />
Where we think we exist<br />
Why even bother to ask<br />
How it became this way<br />
-<br />
Individuality<br />
Used to be a sacred word for me<br />
Now I laugh<br />
And the whole universe laughs<br />
-<br />
Midnight Asana<br />
Becoming a tree or dog<br />
Breath creates balance<br />
-<br />
I adore the sound of the rain<br />
Gently drumming out a melody<br />
On the rooftop as I lay<br />
Warm and comfortable<br />
Under a pile of blankets<br />
Washing away my fears<br />
And the toils of the day<br />
-<br />
September sunshine <br />
Leaves me sleepy<br />
Satisfied to lie on the grass<br />
Close my eyes and dream of you<br />
And green fields and rolling hills<br />
The summers of my childhood<br />
Only a shadow of memory now<br />
But still at my heart center<br />
Waiting to call me home<br />
Some sleepy September day<br />
-<br />
I watch you sleep.<br />
Tiny arms wrap around my neck-<br />
Those small hands soon to be strong,<br />
This moment, too soon a memory,<br />
Wrapped in sweet longing<br />
For these days that I spend<br />
Long hours to make the rent.<br />
I watch you march<br />
Single file into the schoolhouse-<br />
Enormous colorful packs<br />
Make you look so big,<br />
And yet so small.<br />
This moment, tugging on my heart<br />
Like a toddler tugs his mothers dress<br />
And hides in her skirts<br />
Pretending he can elude<br />
The inevitability of time, <br />
Time and time again.<br />
-<br />
From the darkest dankest mud<br />
The delicate lotus emerges-<br />
Reaching for the light. <br />
Delicate petals only appear so<br />
On the surface;<br />
The struggle to survive,<br />
To grow,<br />
Lights the way to love and life.<br />
<br />Melanie, One Wellnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09369355489600424140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129659666953733869.post-67615078868006234242013-07-21T20:17:00.002-07:002013-07-21T20:17:31.656-07:00AlOne<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">I feel so alone.</span><br />
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You would object,</div>
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Saying god is always with me</div>
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A part of me</div>
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Yet I can't recall her ever</div>
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Paying the bills</div>
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Scrubbing the floors</div>
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Doing laundry</div>
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Or feeding the children</div>
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Reading bedtime stories</div>
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Or singing until the tears stopped</div>
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I am alone on this journey</div>
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Even as a part of god and the universe</div>
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It is my life to live</div>
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Alone </div>
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