Nights I sit and think of the changes and to most... they were the strangest changes. family in Friends became seasonal.... making it hard to strive to reach my pinnacle.. flushed with my back against the wall home suddenly doesn't feel like home anymore. Every now and then my heart falls to the floor expecting the ones who say they care to come pick it up and place it back in my chest but it still lays there in distress sometimes tears make it from my eyes to my chest.... but he saw the best in me when everyone else saw what they wanted to see... but he carries me I leave no footprints in the sand so dare not to follow me... listen to my story to follow me... but listen carefully my life is depicted by countless critics with their gimmicks fictitious storytelling but I never let them finish.... because he is the author and finisher to my book while the closest ones to me dropped me in a pot and watch me cook and left me to rot.... but my fait they never took.... interesting!
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