disturbance in the atmosphere
Pleasant much?How easy to cherish the fresh morning dew on the flowers.
I took time to see the creation today then a volcanoe erupted right in front of me.
Unlike that fresh morning dew that volcanoe was you.
What you spewed forth and covered us with was nothing but profanity and filth.
Could you slow down and maybe see how much you are hurting.
And not just yourself you are hurting but your fellow man.
Now I know bad things have happened and its so easy to believe the worst. And when you are tortured with rage, self-control does not come first.
And what does the word love mean to you?
Is it equated with despair because of the Hell they put you through?
I am sorry it all happened but it's time to make a better choice for a better you.
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