We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
This spring will be different I swear it will, all invisible things will be golden, and chime well to my heart strings, I will pass through winters wall of pain, the winding road to straiten, till sun is spreading diamonds, you never realized so much before, about the wolf at the door, and I at the gates of war, with my new heart of gold, to strike against the tears before they fell to swords held by bloody warriors with no souls.
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I live with grace I am an ethical person I have realistic expectations I don't let creeps into my life I dream about a better w...
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