I'm not sure how I'm gonna do things, or how I should go about finding out.
Im just sitting here, thinking whatever I can, trying to figure out,
what I want to do, or say, its a burden being a burden. But I'm gaining pace everyday.
Its odd to try, and its worse to fail. But if you try/try again/persist/persevere/push forward/ in the end, you will prevail.


A custom made smile, just for you, thats what the Lord did when he made you.
He fastened your nose and carved out your bones, from the finest of material,
he worked real hard. It was when you were but a thought. That he put together your precious heart.
With a steady arm, and precision to boot, he drew up your emotions so you could be set loose, in the world, he put you, with two more. Your Mother and Father, both cuddly and warm, and oh-so nice. And he watches over you, as you sleep through the night.

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