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Head Hart Hand

My Head has rivers of thoughts through out the day and most of them will flow on down my river of thoughts with no impact what so ever sometimes one gets stuck in a yeti and it starts to bite my mine yet the bite has no factual evident to surgest its true. Then my Hart will grab that bite and give it a meaning such as Angry, hurt or loneliness to name a few, and sometimes my hurt influences my head to fine the thought to bite Sometimes in a good way sometimes in a bad way but mostly in a bad way Now the river flows to my hands and the emotions carry’s the thought which impact the intendeds of the bite Now my hands are lost to my action and allow the river to rage in fingers and ingrains into my behaviour Now when my head has a bite can you please produce all the relevant truth to what you are saying because if you don’t you stay a stream was I control you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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