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Real, were flooded with it, our eyes gleaming as we look into the clutter on the planet, the hunger, the waste, and then we turn away, unable to stand the absolute horror of our greed.
I'm just thinking I need to apply myself, but I'm not qualified at being the me, that my brain says its up for, the potential me, is locked in a test tube bottle somewhere, this drag ass me, is waiting to get the call.
He knows guides us and makes us feel guilt, as if we have been seen without our permission, and now have abiding guilt, every feature betrays us!
the game plan was to be the very best me and then I met him and the game plan was to be the very best wife, and then I found there were many and the game plan was to be the best one, and I failed I never was what the game plan called for.
Thinking about the Spring and planting again, ah but nothing survives, my efforts. It's better I am a bird and pick them in my teeth, they give nutrition and i am better for other endeavors.
emptying a vessal that holds water is meditative, pouring out your heart in tears also relieve the dry places in your soul that have chapped from lack of feeling. Being.
Spiked with four marionettes and a gold painted dome sitting like a giant in the center of the city, speaking of the humility of kings.
Brief and concise, lay said and folded his undershirts into his backpack. It's best to rip a bandaide off. We just don't work. I could have left you a note, but I didn't.
jelly bellys, a favorite treat, that brings a smile:)
Looking out the window is a joy, how high the clouds are piled.
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