I thought
I had lost myself
somewhere
between living
and being loved,
between giving
and being needed.
But beneath
the years,
the sorrow,
the joy,
something remained.
Not waiting
to be found,
but waiting
to be heard.
I did not need
to become
someone new.
I only needed
to remember
who had been here
all along.
— a reflection by Corvalva
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