Alone

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Alone

I am not afraid to be alone
From my first hours on earth, I was set aside to be alone.

Since then, I’ve done and experienced all manner of things alone.
So if you want to walk with me, walk with me.

If you want to think with me, think with me.
If you want to argue, dispute, and mentally wrestle with me, I am here.

But never forget that to be alone and lonely are not the same thing,
And I’m neither afraid of, nor unaccustomed to being alone.



AMB - 2019

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