poem. from salt. by nayyirah waheed. published. 2013.
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poem. from salt. by nayyirah waheed. published. 2013.
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.” — Frederic Chopin
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Because we are always in between, trying to find balance. Somewhere in acceptance of both, strength in both, vision of both. The perfect in-out-sight.
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