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WORDS: Brag, complain, gossip, Praise, compliment, pray. You choose. You do choose! If you win or loose. Words have power. Words created light. Words make you cower or stand and fight. Our inner words are wizards real, with subconscious incantations from the way we feel. Like lost puppies until we grow old. Only then we discover the gold. We recollect what we could have done, we reminisce on youthful fun. I could have done this, I should have done that, until were so damn old, we hang up our hat. Everyone dies, not everyone lives, Be grateful for the day and the blessings it gives. In that my friend is the secret to life, to stand tall at fear and boldly face the strife. To laugh in the face of your biggest fear. With grace you behold salvation, so clear.

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