you are always with me, you, the reader
you, the invisible person, the imaginary person, that is there
I am with you, as I am there
even though you can’t see me
I send you words of love and comfort because when I think of you
I know love, when I think of your struggle, I want to help you
when I think of your needs, I want to reassure you
Is this okay to feel about others
am I so crazy
doesn’t everyone truly feel this way
isn’t this why we live
Connection
Kate Lunsford 
I love the question. There is hope in that people think of each other.
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Yeah ❣️
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Indeed! Thanks for the follow on I Write Her, Kate!
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Very inspiring post, thank you for sharing the wisdom.
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❤️❤️❤️!
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Come enjoy this!
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