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Dec 2016
As the cold blows over and strips the trees of their leaves,
I am liberated from who I was in the fall.
I am as ever changing as the seasons and those who do not comfort me in this time of change and cold weather, are to go as quickly as they came.
I am clean, and have rid myself of wrong doings and toxic persons.
Β Β Β Β This life is made for reinventing, creating, and finding one's self through people and small happenings.
But you will run into people who question your growth, and ridicule you for "changing".
Be mindful of these people, for these are the ones who are molded to one form, one place, one being. They are stuck, and they will drag you down with their aching soul to keep you from reaching full potential.
Nicole Whitticar
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   Doug Potter
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