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I never read my old journals,
or look back, or more to the point
after I hit the magic “send” button,
my aim is to let this go, or publish,
or send my thoughts elsewhere;
as if to take on an action
of letting go
or rid myself from the unwanted items
in my heart, or as a means
to release my sentiments that need to go
or stay, or as a means to claim my place
in this world, as I know it
or as I want to be seen;
I “put it out there,” as I have been told.