Like confucius once said, life is simple.
But it is we people, who insist on making it confusing.
Do not confuse, confucius says.
Oxygen has been introduced to the glowing splint: Flames have been rekindled.
Once lost and thought to be never found, yet like a bird that we set free, maybe its meant to be.
It returns.
Many decisions to make, wonder why we foolish teens ever demanded the right to make our own decisions. Too many things to consider, too many outcomes to perceive.
Many decisions to make, wonder why we foolish teens ever demanded the right to make our own decisions. Too many things to consider, too many outcomes to perceive.
And when i'm lost and clueless, desperate for peace of mind, I turn to God (yes, what a time to beseech him).
: Maybe you werent such an open book. Out of my comfort zone and
Vulnerable.
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