I know I got It
I know I got what it takes to make it, I can feel it inside. When it comes it leaves me in a stasis a communicative tool showing me, telling me, reminding me ta never give up I know I got what it takes. It may be in in a beginners stage it may be small right now awaiting full growth but it is there and it is more than a mind soe, it is a reality for me, surprising me, anylyzing me, and looking for ways ta encourage me. I am sad the most when it is stunted, slowed down, and when expression of it is forced ta cease, even if for a momment somewhat, I mean it is different I do not know it's equal and neither do I care ta know, my only concern is our aquantence and the blessed merg until the point of uno and destiny. I would be remiss if I did not tell of the thief and theieves that appear from odd comings and goings set to make a mockery of it, and perhaps steal it away because as I said it is something special, and I am forced to protect it and guard it in a fight that is real that proves ta me that it exists inside...
sigh...
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