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Apr 2015
Is it realistic to want more then we are given?
Should it be a goal to want the life someone else is living?
When do you wave the white flag and ultimately give up?
Or do you keep pressing forward and hoping that you'll have a stroke of luck?

Life is full of so many unexpected ups and downs,
One can become confused on who to let go and keep around.
People don't care about no one but themselves
One minute you are being shown off, and the next you're on a shelf
Collecting cobwebs and dust
when before you were the center of their desire and lust.

So easily to be replaced by the next one who comes along,
That if you walked away they won't even notice you're gone.
New isn't always better,
the grass isn't always greener or wetter.
Some wonder how you'd allow yourself to be such a doormat,
Some choose to belong, then to be alone whatelse can compete with that?
Chianta Sheffield-Grant
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Chianta Sheffield-Grant  Miami
(Miami)   
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   Cecil Miller
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