I do,
some parts to me.
First:
The part
that loves
to be.
Living is
partly
Loved
by me.
And then,
the part
that Loves
to see.
The world
is viewed
appreciatively.
And I
appreciate.
When thus,
the world
reciprocates.
And living,
again,
is all the more
loved.
But, finally,
the part with weight:
All is not so sweet.
Bitter times
make their appearance,
and I've been
introduced.
A heavy heart.
Life's whips
do smart.
And others,
unknowingly,
help it along.
Their words are thrown
like balls of snow.
Unthinking,
fun,
and aimless.
But razor cold
lies within.
When it hits,
it stings.
No one meant these things.
But pieces of me
can feel
some pain.
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