yesterday I lost my mind it was hard to find reason why I stay to myself to sustain my mental health don't want to be rich and robbed of wealth rather be comfortable enough to be able to help myself relatively speaking I don't particularly like this particular repetitive of mine and I don't make no bones about it it's nothing personal it's definitely a business matter I don't mix business with pleasure I'm still sulking over stolen treasure left my trouble behind me now every time I turn around it ducks behind a tree I see you trouble "stop following me" still can't understand why Jesus told Satan "get behind me" it behooves me yesterday I was fed up ready to go fist to cuffs come lock me up for walking across the neighbors lawn grass is not greener on the other side I looked over the fence before I tried hyperbole speaking "I like to died"
it pays to be mindful of
"it is not to die for"
The Immortal Wize
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Wits End
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mlowe5 says: I hear you, my Poet. It's when we're at our wits end that the wizdom of the Ancestors sends lightning into shadow darkness and brings us back into mindfulness. ONE. Peace and Love.poems by this commentor
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