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I feel autonomous,

I feel complete,

I lack nothing,

now, that’s enough for myself.

I’m not looking anymore,

to fill a void,

I do it myself,

because that emptiness,

it was me.

I had been looking for completeness,

in those who were poorer than me,

in those who did not want,

or searched,

something to color your life with,

something to get rich with,

instead, as a new friend says,

it’s all an “emptying”,

but not only in the sense that he means.

I then learned to be enough,

and to complete me.

Not to miss it

About nothing and nobody.

I understood that as I think,

about me, about my things,

it is more important than the opinion of others,

that all too often tries to pollute mine.

I feel I can go on with my ideas,

and with my head,

enough,

completing me.