This is me, a person of no regret, know thought of the words that seep from my mouth,
I am a voice a concert, of all that needs to play an album, a word of dictionaries, I am me,
It is this a praise and this I see, my thoughts and domains of the rich and poor of it, I see a thought and I play on it, getting and breaking the weak points of who you are that make up the what’s of you,
I see weakness in you as you gaze at your self with what thought you have and the thought of confidence you see in not you but me,
I am your focal point of the day you’re not the master mind of you but of who you think that I can make of you, yourself confidence is of shame and you don’t care,
Is this the who of whom you are to become, but not knowing it in your mind you’re the trespasser and I am the seeker capturing you in the mazes of every, you can not escape what I put into you, your mind is not strong your veins or week the heart you have pumps because suicide is not what I choose to give you,
I am what surrounds your house I am the mirror in you,
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
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While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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