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Hey I'm sorry

I remember in the first days
When I was still in my old ways
A new sensation I'd never felt
The walls around started to melt
A knowing I couldn't explain
A freedom from constant pain
An unexplainable connection
Feeling metaphysical affection
It started with a little letter
Wanted to make me feel better
Hi, I'm sorry was all you said
I couldn't believe what I'd read
You had nothing to be sorry for
You had opened up the door
To a life I thought couldn't be
To a life I simply couldn't see
But now
I'm
Free

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Marion

So uplifting Shelley!!! Great write x

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Gwendoline

Oh Shelley-anne 

this resonated with me. Sometimes it takes just one person and one action from them, to change our perspective. 

An unexplainable connection
Feeling metaphysical affection

So beautifully describing that sensation when we feel that familiar connection with another. Like a kindred spirit 

a gorgeous write ✍️ 👏✨🌻

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Shelley-anne St...

I'm glad that idea and connection carried across, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Your poem inspired todays one, tears. Hope you like it 🙂☀ thank you again for sharing 

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Gwendoline

Oh wow I am going to go read. I love getting inspired by others too. From one flow of thought many more are born, that transcend the first, breathing new life to verse 💓🌻✨ you are a wonderful human 😊 

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