We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
There is a side of me that remains a child, the child I once dreamed of who offered me a strange fruit shaped like a pepper. When I reached to his hands to take the offer he pulled them back to where his heart was. Then said: You can't have that part. The eyes were harder to forget: they were my own. And they were like the eye's that shot out the sun.
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Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway? Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making...
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I think given any decent reason Americans will plow into work. We just have to be excited by the work and we do it. I think that is how Am...
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so be a little sunshine At least every so often To hug And to laugh As you must be special Anyone Seriously This flaw will be ...