I was so much happier not knowing
I could have gone without knowing
Your troubles, your thoughts
The mushiness and softness of your constitution
They all leave me despondent
I cry for I wish I didn’t know
The myth was a good one
I could have been happy thinking it was all real
Now the veil has been pierced
And I am disappointed in you
I wanted to be proud
But your fears are too strong
Your mind has been boxed in
and boxed up
There is no give
Only pull
I’m sorry to say
I am just letting you go
The wind may knock you down
Hope you find your way back up
When you are ready to fight
Find me
And I will be there
Categories: identity, Management, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
What beautiful words!
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Thank you! Cheers
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Very clear.
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Thanks!
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This is really beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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How we cherish our myths. Maybe it’s better to let the myth go and hold on to the flawed, but one can only do so much.
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That’s actually something ive been thinking about lately. Myths exist for a reason
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