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Today I Am a Cynic

I don’t know how I got here
or if it matters
I will never fall in love if I can’t believe
And who created this world anyways, do we know?
Or is it speculation?
I can count the stars and still feel big
I can breathe my own air and still think
I told my lungs to inhale
I can pull this trigger and feel invincible
It’s a matter of choice, not plan
But who will I become if I never believe?
Well I don’t feel like believing
in anything, but I’m still alive

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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