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What is this inside of me?
I want to make someone feel seen...
But when do I lose the inside of me.
That wants to find that freedom.
That story.
That renewed fire within me.
Through my art?
I can't let the joy flee.
It is inside of me.
It is mine, first.Sharing it?
A choice.
One I make every day.
No more.
Yours faithfully,
Sam Qavah John.
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