I have a confession I must share with you. You rant and rave about this and that, hoping that someone will give a crap.
Guess what? I do.
There is another secret I’ve kept from you. When you are ugly and hurtful and could care less about others … I still care for you.
If you drink or smoke, do drugs, sell dope, I still care for you.
Because I am connected to you.
We are individual it’s true. But when you are in that place of love in you, and I am in that place of love in me, we are one; here on earth in outer space, as we travel around our sun.
I know I have my own flaws, faults and problems, I really do. But that’s what makes me just like you.
I write these words every day because I want to…
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