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I sit here today, thinking, and wondering why everything is the way it is, What is up in the sky? Is there really a God up there, or am I just naive? Is there really anything to celebrate on Christmas Eve? I think there is something out there, bigger than us all. But it what everyone wants me to think, putting up a wall? My confusion is only human, for I naturally question and fail. And through my life, I will add more lines to this tale. Maybe someday I'll find a wife, and maybe I'll just travel. But all my answers I will find, as I watch my life unravel.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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