I pick up a Post-It
And write the Names of those who Love Me
There are a few Names on There
The Day and the Night
The Soul of Music
Intelligence itself
My Mother and Father
A few Friends
Maybe even a Teacher
There is one thing that is Conspicuously Absent
My Own Name
Alone with my Thoughts
Self-Love would be Enough
To solve My Problem
But my Mind is still so Desolate
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