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	I see little pieces of myself

	as each mask peels away

	my fears are in abeyance

	and confidence builds

	

	At last I can feel a breeze on my face

	and listen to music without

	always hurting, hurting, digging

	at my unworthiness

			

	For I AM, just by virtue of existences

	worthy to be here, worthy to share the joy

	as well as the pain of a life

	I once rejected



		The Poet  (of Joan C.)



				

 

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