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all my riches here

You get to go into the real world

and people in clean clothes

tell you

that you matter

and that you are amazing

and remind you that you exist

because what I do may seem less than

but remember that

we made someone exactly half of us

and that warm body

is my reminder that I did something amazing

and maybe I don't need expensive coffees

and sushi for lunch

and people fake smiling at me because

I made a heart that lives outside of me

that smiles at me for real

and reminds me I'm real too.

I exist

without all that paid-for truth.

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