Who We Hang Around With
Life, we make it what we want it to be
If you are happy everyone around you becomes happy,
If you are sad everyone around you becomes sad
If you are angry everyone around you becomes angry
We are molded by who we hang around with.
God is the person I try to be around
By Eve Roper
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
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