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Life is very strange I'd say. This is where I'll begin. I play this scenario over and over again. I play it over in my head. I'm  writing these words not looking for sorrow.   Tme is short. Time is borrowed. What is here today is gone tomorrow. People come in your life for the moment or for years. Sometimes you wonder why they appear! They will change your direction from what it once was. To now what it is. Time changes people as you know. People come. People go. Situations will make you grow if you let them! Never go backwards. Keep moving forward, that's how chapters are written. Be careful what you say! Be careful what you do. Because, they have a way of coming back to haunt you. The tongue has no bone this is true! What you write with your fingers. Can hurt you, too. Do this, do that in this world today. It can be very misleading in many ways! For I am the misfit, of Misfit Island. The one that you see. An outcast. A survivor. The one out to sea! A lesson that came across the sea breeze. For it filled up the sails and put it before me.                             Simba
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
Life is very strange
Life is very strange I'd say. This is where I'll begin. I play this scenario over and over again. I play it over in my head. I'm  writing these words not looking for sorrow.   Tme is short. Time is borrowed. What is here today is gone tomorrow. People come in your life for the moment or for years. Sometimes you wonder why they appear! They will change your direction from what it once was. To now what it is. Time changes people as you know. People come. People go. Situations will make you grow if you let them! Never go backwards. Keep moving forward, that's how chapters are written. Be careful what you say! Be careful what you do. Because, they have a way of coming back to haunt you. The tongue has no bone this is true! What you write with your fingers. Can hurt you, too. Do this, do that in this world today. It can be very misleading in many ways! For I am the misfit, of Misfit Island. The one that you see. An outcast. A survivor. The one out to sea! A lesson that came across the sea breeze. For it filled up the sails and put it before me.                             Simba
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62/M/Massachusetts
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
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