At some point you knew who I was.
You knew that I cared about people finding their own happiness and living into their own authentic selves.
You used to know.
I don't know who, or what, changed your perception of me. For you to forget that I wanted you for you.
I wanted honesty. Not a facade.
You'd always ask me what I wanted. And I'd tell you, "I want you to be what you want."
Did you ever listen?
Or did you only listen after leaving?
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Notes from the Mind
ΠοίησηI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
