Hatred. A powerful word. A powerful feeling. Can anyone go so far as to hate someone or something? Well maybe not something...could something be as important as someone?
Things are just material things. All things.
What's real is real. What I feel is real. Real on the inside as well as out. Real is me real is what I'm about. Being real is good for yours and my sake. Things wouldn't be right if I was fake. Sometimes being too real isn't always too good. Things get out of hand and then you're misunderstood. Feelings are powerful too powerful to sometimes control. Without it your life is like a living dead soul. Trapped on earth with no purpose and no meaning. You treat others will with disregard and you come off being demeaning. Life what magnificent purpose just to live life abundantly making everyday a beginning. Going in head first mind thinking you're already winning. Being real with every fiber of your being. Knowing that everything in life is worth guaranteeing. Reach for the stars reach for the gold. But don't get too caught up on material things or your life could unfold. Such great fortune can leave you unfortunate and with great despair. Getting lost on material things hard to recognize and too damaged beyond repair. When things get too tough and out of my control I seek the man up above. Feeling His tenderness and His never ending love. What a tremendous gift to create something like me. And to put time and effort to make sure that I am real as real can be.
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