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Have you ever heard the rain, Fall softly on a tin shed, A thousand ball bearings tinkering softly above your head, Have you ever felt  a mountains breath, Bite at your fingers as you climb, The dead stone calling you to fall, But still you press ahead Have you ever felt the sun Scorch the earth, but not your flesh, Where you bask for warmth, Plants lie dead Have you ever felt loves warm embrace Raw and powerful, Sweep itself  from your life Tyranically, full of dread. Have you ever found yourself  lost Only to find yourself exactly where you Need to be.
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
Perspective is important
Have you ever heard the rain, Fall softly on a tin shed, A thousand ball bearings tinkering softly above your head, Have you ever felt  a mountains breath, Bite at your fingers as you climb, The dead stone calling you to fall, But still you press ahead Have you ever felt the sun Scorch the earth, but not your flesh, Where you bask for warmth, Plants lie dead Have you ever felt loves warm embrace Raw and powerful, Sweep itself  from your life Tyranically, full of dread. Have you ever found yourself  lost Only to find yourself exactly where you Need to be.
The good things come with bad. And if your fortunate.  The bad comes with the good x
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
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