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You know I used to keep a list of reasons to stay and reasons to go. A side effect of of mixing OCD with Depression, like putting a red sock in the dryer with white underwear.
I keep a list of the people I could have fallen in love with in my mind It’s a list that grows by and by each day Like the boy I “dated” in sixth grade
Its hard to write a short poemAbout things that make me happyI wrote a two page poem and thought"Its too long and too sappy."I had to be selective Like picking out a mateSo here are about ten things
A warm and gentle rustling breeze, gently rustling through the trees, Butterflies and bumble bees, a glass of milk and a grilled cheese. What are the things that always please? All these things and more than these.