We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Remember then when us vulnerable were on the ground bleeding and nobody came, so we bled, we pained, nobody offered a hand, so we waited, nobody helped and the world went on, nobody comforted, nobody offered a hug, the world went on, the blaming begun, fingers pointing to any weakness, we raised our hands upwards, we wept, and got to our feet, our aching bodies, hearts torn began the hard work, of what was impossible, and did it.
The yarn rolled around and lost mass as it went, as very fat corrupt folk fell to the ground and rolled out the door and into the barnyard. Sometimes the world stops on a dime and turns into a silver dollar you got to run, to meet the famous nun, she's at a dime store having fun.
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