When the day dies, on my pillow my head lies, with closed eyes. Before I can entertain the next ones birth, I must clear my head 1st. When I do I easily clear my conscience, the lines of right and wrong are blurred by the everyday non sense. I dont always handle things the best. Sometimes my days are overcome with stress. I can b harsh when unloading things off my chest. But I 4give myself, I kno im only playing the hand im dealt. So when the days over and I feel it die, as I replay the events n my minds eye, I can rest easy cause I kno I aint perfect but atleast I try.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 02:36:17 +0000
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