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Different Perspective


When I'm not at my best and ready to give up. I remind myself to ask how am I percieved it would be easy to give up, but I've lost everything that I've strived for. "WHAT A WASTE!" They'd say. Although their thought don't bother me, I stay true to myself. All that matters to me is what God thinks. Have I wasted the glorius great temple he has prescribed to me. No, never in my days shall I say the word waste, rather than spend. I shall spend my life and enjoy every second as it was meant to be. I will prosper and that Feels Good. 

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