Standing Diverse
Experiences, they make us diverse
as we discover who we are
we are revealed to our
true soul
standing tall
I speak the truth
accept my flaws I am not utter
as my passions are not discovered
I walk the earth growing
storing memories in an abyss
my mind is clouded
I see mist
I continue down this path
seeking purpose
Standing Diverse
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