--All about me -- I can't write a poem I cannot compose a piece my words are all ill spoken words among the beast. and all the words i'm thinking don't come out as clear. i'd like things to get better i'd like to once more smile and all of this- inside a fear that stretches on for miles. i wish i were more ill spoken i wish i made more sense i wish sometimes i made more rhymes  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
STOP sweating the small stuff.It's amazing how minor irritations can take our eyes off God. Tension headaches interrupt our sleep. Telemarketers interrupt our dinner. Car troubles interrupt our schedules. At times like these, we must step back again and regain perspective. What... more
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