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  • I've been on this planet so long,

    that I fear half my life is over.

    And what have I done?

    I always thought I was so different, so special.

    The nail that needed hammering down.

    The poppy in a field of barley.

    But difference is not a choice.

    Now I see difference as a curse.

    I dreamt of mountains to conquer,

    books to write,

    differences to make, lives to improve.

    Not wealth, not fortune, but a tidy little house

    with cosy nooks

    and lots of books.

    A love not fierce, but gentle, forgiving,

    encouraging me when I doubt myself.

    And children with minds of their own

    and wide-open hearts.

    Well, at least I have succeeded in one of those.

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