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Outside, the rays of sunshine that glide through the green canopies of river birch trees And land on me, a three-year-old filled with glee
People don’t matter.To assumeIs insaneIt trulyWould have no impactIf I were gone, ICan’t believeIMean more than what we are taught to believe.We know that weDie.
Outside I am smiling and having a ball
So often things dull, shed away and turn grey. You start thinking about tomorrow as "just another day". Sleep becomes shorter, dreading to go to work. Mind-altering dreams are the day's only perk.
Optomisitc mind Embraces the wet bike ride. Feed perspective growth.
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