Dressed up for the party pits,
In less worn by cocktail waitresses
Chic chick deals crap tables.
Eventually tips will better This.

She tricks herself out in the evenings—dark,
Is a Rose still a Rose?

Uncertainty
Is that last step at the edge of
Your precipice,
Is it the end—does it with
Your footsteps?
Sometimes we look back
Footprints in the mind
To know how to move on
Where we’ve been,
Who we find / finish lines...
Amust journey to begin
Don’t let dark thoughts give in.
Be certain
Who/what makes you happy.
Know that there’s no contest
But yours to win.
No worries just breathe...

[Be silent. Listen...
Stay true. Live Free.
(Throw four sheets to the wind.
Find self make peace.)]

She worries like a woman in love/ about losing him.

"Faith is a story told to sleeping children"

If it were untrue, would you believe in it? How can one really know, the teller could be a liar?

If it is yours (Faith or Story) then to thyself be True.

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