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for one who knows who I am or what I wear whether or not I share or even why I'm here and it really doesn't matter if anybody knows cuz there is something more important something that always shows and I can feel it from my head down to my toes I will always love you even when I don't care when lost in depression or somewhere that's elsewhere I will always love you for love is why I'm here even when I don't know or want to be aware I will always love you in spite of pain or fears I will always love you the truth is in my tears I have always loved you from before they counted years and I will still love you when the last star disappears if you don't know by now, I come to candora to express the euphoria I feel (when I feel it)... I wish that was every day... this is as close to the real me as I know how to get... it is so much easier to express my self in words than to do this thing that is being me... and I wish I was more real in all I do, but this world does not accept love made for real too well... and I never could get the conditions and social nuances just right to satisfy (or is that ignore) the insecurities and prejudices and fears that come crashing down on the vulnerability of opening the door... for love is the opening door, as someone, I believe it was Elton John, perhaps Leslie Duncan, sang and some years ago... that opening door is what I share here... what I can find the words... and when I think I can't I hope to keep the door open until they find me... as if I'm the one and only living breathing loving human who will understand what it means to feel the fear that rains down crushing everything pushing off the floor through the opening door coming back for more cuz it really doesn't matter because every heart knows there is something more important something that always shows you can feel it from your head down to you toes as the wind that blows as the river flows as the garden grows I will always love you even when I don't care when lost in depression or somewhere that's elsewhere I will always love you for love is why I'm here even when I don't know or want to be aware I will always love you in spite of pain or fears I will always love you the truth is in my tears I have always loved you from before they counted years and I will still love you when the last star disappears
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |