We do not love ourselves. We understand ourselves. We do not understand others, nor do we really love them. I am sick of this societal desire for relationships when we remain distant, always, from everyone, even our self. The only life I see and the only life I know and the only life I love is the spirit of a song. It is comforting to find perfection.
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are you really only 15? wow! Also, since you seem to be writing mainly prose poetry, you should check out the poets Gary Young and William Matthews.
