paul Bunyan

My problems are my own,

Even when you decide to make them yours..

I give up doing more than you know,

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The heat is high, the winds blow strong,

Songs from the birds sound beautiful,

They mesmerize my ears and sing so loudly overcoming all other sounds.. so peacefully…

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Glancing into the mirror I can see the road travelled, and the detours made…

Forgotten memories of happiness,..left behind in the rear view start to entirely fade away…

The pain that sits on his chest

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Life has a funny way of showing you exactly who you are and what your purpose is…

After all these years I finally realize the truth.. I still don’t know what my purpose is,

I have so much to sort out

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