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Will I fall

My questions, I answer. They ring with self doubt. Will I lose my grip, If I should trip, fall down? Same answers, I question. Always never so sure. If I fall from my grace, is it just what I deserved? The answers and questions, Swirling round from below. When it affected my courage? So very long ago. Answers, Questions Minds never cease. Question yourself Find inner peace.

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Date: 3/17/2017 2:30:00 AM
James, I think we are always falling and getting back up at the same time, or, said another way, just somewhere in the middle. To be happy there is to find peace.
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