Finding Me - Poem by Wayne Bowen
The need for love in every life.
No matter what past strife.
Substitutes come and go,
excuses made, we know.
Knowing how to play the game,
until we find it's all the same.
Remove the past that drags
us down, to face the self
we finally found.
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