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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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