| I sat upon the wooden bench. I looked up and it was filled with the night sky. I ponder whether or not I have a purpose in life. Do i make a difference here. When at the same time somewhere out there someone needs help. nobody knows the answer to this question it just comes down to opinion. My opinion is different from others. I am not here or their i am of in my own fantasy. Where magic still ruled the laws and outcomes of nature. Despite that fact I wonder what I could do in to help in this world one step at a time. I get up from the bench because one things understood. To make any outcome in I have do be willing to do the work. The others don't understand because they go through the roads of life oblivious to their own sight. That is the question I ask myself as I walk through the streets of America. This is the American dream. |
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Little Ticking Time Bombs
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I stayed up all night playing poker with tarot cards.
I got a full house and four people died.
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