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I got a shave cut it all off. All of it. Done. So what? It's just hair.... They call me brave but I'm not, not really.... The one who is is the one who lives each and every day in pain, in knowing that she has one less day to spend with us here. Now, that's real. That's brave . Just so ya know.... The one who raised me just the way I am bold, free, unafraid of what you think or say, teaching me that I am more than the sum of my parts. I am more than the sum of these little stubbles of hair on my head Why do you look at me like that? Don't you see the glow around me as I channel her strength to me and become what she already is and more. She's seen, done, and made more than I'll ever be able to-- not that I'd try to duplicate or copycat her vibe, her style-- not by a mile! I have a bit of her in me, in here, inside, sure, no long
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OK, y'all have been kind enough to "hear me out"& n stuff, so let me know whatcha think, if I've rattled yer cage, voiced a shared thought or concern, or if you're gonna attain Enlightenment upon reading these DEEP THOUGHTS, or if ya think I'm just plumb WACKO--but please be decent in your expression of your sentiments, there's no need to sling mud, unless we're in POTTERY CLASS or at the BEACH! Thanks for reading n stuff...Laters!