when i was in the throes of the understanding the fear of dying alone i was willing to do things that were not me to stave it off
when i realized we all die alone that it is an intimate act solitary in nature but made for a crowd of one to experience i acquiesced
it was when i discovered living was an act to be shared dying became a distant thought so i focused on the wonder of existing
it was then things began to click together the picture of the puzzle came into focus and i allowed myself to open up to the world
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Thank you for everything Mike. The poems you wrote me and the story about my daughter. Me writing many crappy poems about you, hey I tried lol. You’ll always be my one of my favorite writers. I remember when it was just me and you on here. Me loving every word you wrote, I still do. Im so happy for the success you have had. I’m sorry my stupid self ruined our friendship. Btw you recommended War and Peace… I finished it this summer. It was a really great book. You can delete this if you want. I just wanted to tell you all that. I hope you are well.
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