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and there are still mornings that I wake up and feel like myself in a full way
walk around and feel like maybe there is time for everything to happen that can
where I talk and don't feel like an alien
those mornings still surprise me, they are so rare
I will take it though, I will feed off it
I will breathe it in for days to come
breathe in the fullness, the life, the possibilities...
I will attempt to remember this morning on the every other kind of morning