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A PLACE

We all need a place, where we can be less perfect 
Bottle our insecurities, and let it out in private
Dine with our doubts and pick bones with faith
It can be a person, it can be a place 
It can be something we'll never do again.

It could be healing, it could be coping 
It could be something to help you keep moving 
Life is a lesson, and people are blankets 
Life is transient, and memories are strength
Life is transient, and memories are strength.

Like a plastic bag I kept some messy things 
On the outside, it was fine
But inside was less pleasant 
Messy, not dirty, but serving a purpose 
To keep my environment clean
And help arrange my thoughts as I cleaned:

Resented the baggage, but it grew on me
And I came to realize its usefulness 
We all need a place we can be less perfect 
To figure out our weaknesses or find our strengths—
 
It's okay if we're lonely along the way 
Or weak by ourselves when we can't find help
Life is a lesson and people are blankets, 
Life is transient and memories are strength,
Life is transient and memories are strength,
Life is transient and memories are strength...

Iyanu, 6th September 2023.

I had the concept on my first few days at the Orientation Camp. Was only able to develop this today. About three weeks after. 

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  1. This brings to mind Nightbirdie's lyrics "it's okay it's okay it's okay, if you're lost, we're all a little lost. And guess what? It's alright.

    Everyone needs the place you just described.

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  2. I'm glad to hear that this connects my bro. I couldn't agree more. Thanks for your words of encouragement always.

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  3. Indeed we all need a place we can call Home! Where we could go when things get tough... We can find a home in person, place, or by doing

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    1. Well said sincerely. A safe place, a safe haven. Thanks kindly.

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