You parade before me
ripe for the plucking
You parade before me
angry as the dickens
You cry before me that your world may be broken
I don't think so
it is transforming always and that hurts your Brain from all the expanding
take it
take it all in and remember your realities are in the millions
millions of levels millions of chances to do good, be kind and forgive with all your heart
it fixes everything
the forgiving does!!
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