I am still thinking what to write, I am still thinking what's right. I don't have any idea what the future may hold, I may think from time to time and wish for the cold. These times of absences seem long, long If life is short, But who is counting the days, if days are nothing in lifes small court. Some dream, some live, some don't care. Until now I blamed life, and said why so unfair? Then I thought, thought, and came to some sort of agreement, Life has nothing to do with this treatment. Friends, life, picture the path of the future, and the treatment we receive. Religion just gives us something firm to believe. Who drives for thought? Who Lives for lifes joy? But life is anything but a child's toy. following the leader, the absences of a leader? look in a book for minds great reader! have respect, most seem to neglect, but all seem to forget. forget what if there is nothing to regret. Have a friend, take a life, paint the pain, O'God please pure forth the heavens rain. Get out, take a trip, plan ahead. Live for now is what most say instead. Life can slip through the tiny cracks in the floor, but as long as you catch them there will always be an open door. If I could fly I would dream, if I could dream I would fly. close tare, fade and rip but the human body will eventually slip.
Reason for writing:
To my beloved Victoria eleanor.....
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