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You may know my name. You may have heard me speak, or watched me play.

It might have been a good day or a bad day.

But you do not grow from my fingers. You do not call my body your home.

And you certainly do not walk beside me or help me up every time I fall.
You do not live my life or…

"We can be joined but we can not be one." - damn. That’s going to get me thinking for a long time.

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