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In the foggy mist, hangs a feeling

A mourning
A desperate plea

It hangs among stark tattered branches

A crippling realization
That love is not enough
Unless it’s for yourself

Then it’s everything

Lost in the fog
Misplaced devotion

Unrealistic idolizations

Your mourning
Your desperate plea, changes you

In foggy mist, a hanging feeling begins to lift, with a coming day

Clear, stark tattered branches
They love you, unconditionally
They ask you to love yourself, unconditionally

You lift with the fog, your mourning subsides, your desperate plea answered

A careless answer, unknowingly given

You listened and heard

You are loved, by you

Love and Light, M

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