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Oct 2015
As I sit
Late into the night...
Sometimes I think of my past
Sometimes I think of my future.
Past my mistakes or "what might have been"
I flash back to the moment where I am safe.
The future will come no matter how I try to avoid it.
Today is the gift where I can use such moments of doubt and define a beautiful future...
By never forgetting to count my blessings
Using my God given talents..
And never forgetting to say, "thank you" in true blue gratefulness.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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