I wrote this while I was commuting.
I am merely a breath.
Vital and brief.
So often unnoticed.
I am merely a feeling.
Genuine and impetuous.
So often betrayed.
I am merely a thought.
Noteworthy and unprocessed.
So often confused.
I am merely an intention.
Childlike and pure.
So often misunderstood.
I am but a merely.
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