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I think I love myself the most

when my heart is broken, not longing

but lonesome and feeling small in

oversized knit sweaters, the weight

hanging from my shoulders so effortlessly.

I think I love myself the most

when my heart is wandering, not

wondering but fluttering through

sun rays high among the treetops

with my feet just dangling there

in thin air. I think I lost myself the

most when I felt whole and pieced

together when I had nothing to search

for but things that would break me.

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