We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I was tossed into a pot of eye ball soup and stirred by ten witches good, for love was upon their hearts, they spun me then with yarn, with needles across my skin into a velvet sweater, they jumped about and shouted with glee, as they cut me to pieces in which to grow, and marry everyone!
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I was saved in spite of not asking Had I fallen to my death Had I some foolish accident I would be dead is how I figured You can...