Page Thirty Eight
Sometimes I wonder is it me, looks are deceiving and I'm
not saying I haven't deceived anyone because truth be
told I'm just as surprised as they are on them days I just
so happen to fly off the radar. But I can only be me, and
I'm proud to be that misfit, misunderstood, humble, but
also taking full responsibility of my sickness. I don't know
what the future for those that's in my present but I
grateful for the moment I stand in their presence, who
knows when I might not get to see it for a season two so
as I try to live up to God's standard falling short is what I
continue to do I don't make promises because I'm
human like you and nothing comes surprising to me
because under the sun nothing is new... so that's why my
attitude seems to be concrete to you.
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