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That space between.
It’s unspoken, but it’s there. That lingering knowing. Slowly drifting in and slowly drifting out. Lingering.

The difference is which belief you cling to. Which home you choose.

This is the between.
Between two positive forces, pulling. Gripping at each hand, reminding they are willing. So which do you choose.

Choose both.
Work with the between. Integrate. Turn independence into interdependence. Grip each force back and clasp them against your chest.

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I wonder what she’s up to. What she thinks there all alone. I wonder how her mind feels in the silence of the seats beside her. She puts herself there, in the open, letting those who please see. Maybe she steals a glance or two like others do. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she doesn’t care. Maybe she’s just there.

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Strive
That’s what I’ve been telling myself
Strive with each step, each thought, each action
Strive.

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don’t allow the monotony of day-to-day blur the lines
of what makes you feel alive