Heart Beat.

                                                             Heart Beat.

 

You don’t think you are good enough?

You hurt, and want it to stop?

You don’t want to keep trying anymore?

You want to be done?

Your life is too hard?

You don’t see the point?

Stand still,

Put you hand over your heart.

Do you feel that?

That’s your pulse.

That means you are here,

At this time,

At this place,

for a reason.

Don’t forget that.

 

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