It was okay if I was little hungrier than I should have been,
that I was leaning in ways I hadn't before,
that I was showing up for others,
that I was thinking less about me,
I was sick of me,
sick of most the stuff where I just couldn't get up,
or feel like I was me,
and it was like spinning in one of those awful amusement rides,
where you thought it was a good idea to go in,
because it said something about your courage,
or lack thereof,
but this wasn't a Tilt-o-Whirl,
this was the second act,
and I had yet to come through,
but smiling was a start,
it was something,
something good that I had big eyes,
bigger than I could fulfill---
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