We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Inside dark corridors some light gets in. More light then ever to burst the prison. The end is the begining. We must start ourselvses as children somehow. We are looking more together perhaps as seeing the puns. And the rats are on the run they are. The flute plays a merry tune as the cats arrive just in time for tea.
Dead ends happen to me. Even serious ones. Yet I press on. I wont give them a victim response. No I will contintue to press on though faked hatred hurts like fake truth I wont just stop because I can. Though fear attempts to control I don't bend in submission. I ask for help when I must. I do the best I can, at least with some zest. They'll be more chapters ahead with myself and Bill Hole, perhaps to guide and protect me.
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I am in need of more opinions Perhaps there is a place where I can find some The kind that sound true The kind that make me feel good...