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No one wants to die
under the bus or even
to get thrown there once

I dream of being
totally honest, but I
have to start somewhere.

They said you're all heart
And I say that you're all soul
Now that you've gone on

Hired and fired
are one heartbeat, two letters
one from the other.

It was organic
when he called me Old Faithful
and vulnerable

Without its anchor
the ship now has no address
orphaned out at sea

Boredom and sadness

are two sides of the same coin

or maybe one side

My calling calls me
from the center of my storm
from my soul of souls

Grieving overtime
and praying that over time
I will get stronger