We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
We can't let the dunce power tool gal rule our worlds like nothing else matters, but the tears fall as the stories tall and beautifully wrong, and so important, so compelling, it is time to urinate, to free yourself, you deserve better then slavery anyway, unlock the cage, grow wings, suddenly you sit in a tree with a banana of wisdom!
I get to sit on a pillow after the battle, nothing but optimism outside of hell, joining the sea gulls in my imagination, she just lost something on a bloody cross, after fighting hand to hand with crocks, being a secret crook, and the waddle away into dark places, ice meets the rain forest, and modesty melts red crimson, nothing left after her reign over a gang of unseen, focused away, now chasing a dream, with sucker lips, they fail the lie test and scream, its the end of things, Gods bless the dreamer of dreams!
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