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Changes


 

 
It's funny how life progresses and things change, you can go from being a no name to everyone knowing your name.
And as we wish that some people would stay the same, life has its ways of turning people who are single dollars into 4 quarters change.
Even through these challenging times I shall keep pushing because I won't accept defeat, I'm at a red light but my thoughts continually race down the street.
And I can't stop the thoughts that process in my head, I sit and I think to myself would I be more alive if I was dead. 
But that would be a change for the negative, a change that my friends and family couldn't forgive.
You see like me there's positive changes like a butterfly hovering out of its cocoon, or the best joy in the world when a baby is fresh out the womb.
 
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