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It matters not


 

He adjusted his yellowing glasses

Gathered his scattered thoughts

And cleared his scratchy voice

He began,

 

It matters not

He yelled, into the sky

Screamed, through the mountains

And whispered, to the children

 

Look around

All that you have,

All that you have accomplished

This is your life, always be satisfied

 

You don't need to be like everyone else

In Fact, you shouldn’t

That is the beauty of  life

 

The kids looked up in disbelief

As a tear trickled down his cheek

 

You need to be thankful, he said

Don't get caught up

Don't get discouraged

You

are amazing

 

You were created unique

It’s okay to think differently

 

The life that you were given,

Is ready to be transformed

 

He finally exclaimed,

You are not what they think

You are what you know

And that is what you shall be proud to be

 
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Hi I'm Rainie, I like to write about simple things that still have a strong meaning to me. I feel that by doing this it will make people take some time to be thankful for the little things in life and be a little more positive!

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