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Complaints are a thing of the past


Its warm

But my feet are cold.

I’m young

But my mind feels old.

Complaints are messages that tells your mind you cant do it

And then the message  tries to prove it.

Everytime we complain

Its telling our brain waves

That we don’t deserve hard work

And its much easier to stay hidden in a cave.

Well I say forget that thinking

Life can be as hard as blinking.

Just always remember life is awesome

And then it will start synching

In.

First take a spin on a rollercoaster and then

Take a trip to the mountains

But before you finish

Try a new food

Remember

 good is not less

Sure its night time but

Its no time for rest.

At the top of your lungs scream I’m a King I’m the man!

Even if you’re a girl

Forget it!

Scream it like a champ!

My mouth says hello.

My mind says lets go.

Soon my sorry complaints even follow

Theres one more thing to make this true.

I’m happy and I know you are too

We can’t be blue

Because life is great but it all depends upon you.

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