My hands are cold
But my heart is warm
Some days
I wonder if I give enough
Enough of what I receive
Buckets of love…
I am not the same as the one I used to be
I wonder if I show it enough
In a way that no one would doubt it
It used to be about others, not me
Now that I count, I matter
I wonder if people feel that they count for me too…
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I am sure they do
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Thanks…
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I think so, too, Marie. Putting yourself as a priority doesn’t mean people won’t see how much you care for them. I can understand the question though 🙂
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The settings changed Lisa and sometimes it’s a bit tough to find the right balance!
Thanks for your words
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You Matter.
Your words Matter.
You are in the world for a reason.
And I love you. x
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks a million!
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