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In a Tide of Transformation... My reality... My life's a revolving door which moves both ways allowing people to freely go or stay. Inside in the foyer is a welcome sign, "Now that you are here, please keep this is mind." "I am who I am - I may never change, or I may sway with the wind and rearrange all that you thought I was and go a new way. Take me or leave me - I can't make you stay." "My reality moves in the flowing tide. It sweeps backwards and forwards, side to side. If you're caught in my wake and constant churning, No apology - it's not you I'm spurning." Inspired by:
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