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My style has changed,

a lot

I find it different

whenever I try to connect

some verses

into some poem.

My style has changed,

feel the need to create more 

in depth discussions. 

Isn't it ironic?

A proof of my inner world 

translating into words

while expressing 

inner states of mind

with the need of a longer sentence

that covers me up inside aside.

It has changed, I noticed it some days ago when I found myself in a struggling word rhyming session,

without the chance to make it move forward unless I stop the flow of life, which I do not feel like doing.

It has changed, a lot, no more complaining inner rhythm, a way of feeling, a test of my steps, a test of my actual glasses. 

Automatic writing long time ago visited now left aside, no more battles to face. 

Slowly getting ready, slowly getting rid of some sorrowful thoughts that covers my mind because I realize there are still some steps forward to make which are heavy clouds on my shoulders. Then, get the btt and find myself in a inner peace in front of the sea when time has been stopped for a while and a tear of uncontrolled deep emotion comes up to my face.

There is nothing like knowing myself, nothing like not being afraid of trespassing every single layer that prevents the truth come out and being defeated. There is nothing like understanding the reasonably way of thinking because there is always a further explanation for everything. Just be honest to yourself and be brave enough to face it and do not conceal it. That's exactly the moment when I feel so proud of myself. That's exactly the feeling I appreciate most: bravery. Brave to be honest, brave to face it, brave to be yourself, brave to be coherent, brave to be unique, brave to go ahead, brave to walk away, brave to be alive and not a living corpse, brave to fear. Brave ... at all levels

Special people do special things: like making people feel special. 

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