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 Jan 2015 Rex Forté
Santiago
The day I visited my country of origin let me begin, I crossed the U.S. border dividing Mexico & The United States. It was kinda a long journey, but really exciting. The mission was to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, and have a good time visiting. I met very humble, respectful people, maybe the streets needed remodeling although things were a little under construction the plain sight was amazingly beautiful. The road was rocky, houses on cliffs, up and down road ways, unknown streets, beautiful city town mall, diverse groups of people, tasty candy, great food, original coca cola not like the U.S. coca cola, good meat and great sunny view I wanna go again some day :)...
Why do you worry, about things out of your control?  You need to dismiss all fear, and stand up and be bold.
Why do you worry, about the things of tomorrow?  Have faith that God will provide, so you don't have to borrow.
Why do you worry, about the days ahead. " Tomorrow is not promised to us;" we could end up dead.
Why do you worry, and negative words you say?  When God already provided, and made a way out of no way.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
 Jan 2015 Rex Forté
Lexi Dvorak
Smiling is a thing that takes less muscle then being upset.
You can easily put on a smile and say you are happy.

Then why does it seem that it’s easier to be sad?
Why does it seem like it’s easier to shoot for sadness,
Than happiness?

Sadness is intoxicatingly painful,
But happiness is like glitter and butterflies.

But why do we choose the pain over the happiness,
And not glitter and butterflies over pain?

It just seems to be easier this way,
We choose the hard road over the easier.

Maybe that's just human nature,
We enjoy difficult over easy.

But it hurts more in the end,
Why do we choose it though?

We choose to be in pain,
Versus being happy.

Why would we choose this?

Because it seems to be an easier thing,
Happiness,
As odd as this sounds,
Is harder to handle.
 Jan 2015 Rex Forté
Devon Webb
I'll give you a moment to
pick up your life
and then we'll see if
I'm in your hands or
still on the
floor.
 Jan 2015 Rex Forté
WickedHope
I always swore
I'd never sell my soul
But then he told me
How hot I'd look
In sexier clothing
I hate breathing.
Hate it so much.
 Jan 2015 Rex Forté
WickedHope
...save everyone," they said.

                                                                    They were right,
                                                                          I died trying.
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