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Pitter Patter.

Writer's picture: Sam JohnSam John

Drops.


Effort...

Never measured in large amounts.

Rather, a reinforcement.

Repetition.

Growth... finally leading to evolution.


A forward motion with paces back but never changing direction.

Things change. People change.

I'm glad I did.


Free to be the man I am.

Not who I needed the world to believe I was.


Free to be hated.

It's a boost to the fuel of love that won't ever fade away.


Hate/Love.

Closer to each other than we would like to believe.


Yours faithfully,

Dreamer.


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