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My Soil

I COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT . I HAD LOT OF THINGS ON MY MIND....MY SUB-CONSCIENCE CONTINUES TO ASK WHY? I PRAYED TO RELEASE THE STRESS OFF MY CHEST ; BUT THE PRO- BLEMS IN MY HEAD CONTINUE TO STAY REFUSING TO GO AWAY. I ROAMED AROUND THE HOUSE A TIME OR TWO.TRYING TO SHAKE THE BLUES. I BEGAN TO SEARCH MY SOUL TO SEE IF THERE WAS AN UN-INVITED GUESS ON BOARD. CAUSING MY SPIRIT MAN TO BE IN DISTRESS. OF COURSE IT WAS PLAN TO SEE THAT HE WAS THE PROBLEM. KEEP- ING ME UP IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR. NO LONGER WILL HE HAVE THE POWER TO DEVOUR MY TIME,EFFORTS, AND ERENGY.... THIS BEAUTIFUL FLOWER MUST BE UP ROOTED FROM MY SOIL.SO IT WILL NOT SPOIL THE ROOTS THAT HAVE GROUNDED ME. A BEAUTIFUL YOU WILL ALWAYS BE BUT A FLOWER THAT CAN NOT GROW IN MY POT. FADE AWAY TO SOMEONES ELSE'S SOIL........ HE WILL NOT SPOIL MY ........POTTED SOIL.......

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