Thu, 09/19/2013 - 20:09 -- M.LaRae

We all make them
Some are without thought
Some harder than others
Some hold onto us and grant sleepless nights
Even after they are made we struggle with their impact

They plague us daily
They demand our attention
They never leave us
If they did how would life go on?


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