Oh My Soul

To my soul I do speak
Why dost thou still weep
Time moves on
So must you
Focus now
On what is good
Time has ways
to mend all things
Soul be comforted
Know your not alone

Loved by others
Loved by me
Soul rise up
Move forward
Sometimes we must speak to our own souls..............

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Stick and Stones
Yes they do break bones
and yes words will hurt and kill.
 Words are like seeds planted in the mind
Some are kind seeds, some needed seeds
Other seeds are poisonous seeds
 Bruises heals, but the subconscious mind takes much longer


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