SaNiTy
So you cant live without love or soft, warm hugs?
As if that's going to help you survive in a world full of thugs?
Nice to know that adaptation and rational mean nothing.
It's as if we're all comsumed by desire or luxury.
Tell me, is love going to clothe, shelter, or feed?
Youth, I can't survive without my sanity.
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Sierra Lamb
A woman who knows her worth will be worth your time. I love my self because I try to be the person I would want others to be to me. I embrace natural beauty, good health, and psychical and spiritual balance. To scale down a bit, reading, writing poetry, and painting are some of the hobbies I engage in when not working on my career, school/ college, or domestic duties. I plan on going to the University of Indianapolis to pursue my career as a psychologist or marriage and family therapist while minoring in art therapy or culinary arts.
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