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I remember when I was happy at a tender age.

 I was white like a dove, there was nothing but the truth in my feathers.

 Then I got older.

 I don't know if it got this way, or it started with a lie.

 Today I Am in my autumn of life. 

 I got lies on my tongue and I don't know how I got this way.

 My feathers a tinted with black and red spots.

 Symbols of fear and lies mixed with pain.

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I base my writing on self-investment, present-day application of KNOWING your OWN strengths, and a little of stoic philosophy. I believe that life gets better when one knows their own strength, and when purpose drives your daily efforts.



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