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Letter To My Loved Ones

Remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am with God, I need you to know.
He called my name, and I went to see
If the voice I heard was speaking to me.
He took my hand, we walked along
The road to heaven, where I belong.
The angles sang so sweet and clear. 
They sang of love and that Jesus is near.
I felt his touch, I saw his face,
I knew in an instant I was in his grace.
He spoke to me, I heard him say,
You are home now child, you have found your way.
So remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am home now with God, I need you to know.

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Dream

I wake up in the morning
And I look up to the sky
I wonder why he took you
before I said good-bye
I look up to the stars at night
And know you're looking down
I'd like to think you're proud of me
But I'm just stumbling round
I crawl in bed and close my eyes
And realize that you're gone
Then comes the fears and then the tears
And life just seems so wrong
I glance up at the heavens
And I know you're flying by
My Angels watching over me
I'm happy as I cry

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Broken Piece

Shattered glass
Obscured reflections
These are mine
To look at
And nobody else's

Like being told
You're fat
Over and over
Until you begin to see
Only what others say

This glass may be
Shattered and the like
But the reflection 
Can split all it wants
And keep its opinion
To its damn self

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Going Thug

Have you ever noticed the way you always fall inlove with the wrong people.when you are chatting wit yo friends  and they ask you what yua dream guy is like and you reply that he is a little bookish,romantic,he bits you wit flowers and writes you poems,he's goodlooking bt nt in an obvious way,he talks wit yu and isnt intrestd in only wan thng,he doesnt luk at other gurls,he calls each nait and yu can talk fo hours,he likes the same music,food and books,he is perfct and all yo friends are nodding,buyout of the corner a player,he is smokin hawt,he doesnt read,doesnt write poems,cant talk fo hours,doesnt belive in flowers,hates yua favorite food and yu hate how hopelessly in love yu are wit im,hahaha.yu ar nw in so much pain knowing yu gave yua heart to a guy ful of thug passion....going thug is my thing fo if yu cant love learn to flatter thats what juicy j taught me..n i dnt mynd telling yu so...love is like a violin,the music may stop now and then,but strings remain foreva wich i luck..n remembr wan thng anyone can be passionate,but it takes real lovers to be silly.i dont nid to b silly..lets mit to the next level.

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Yasmin

She is a friend I hate to lose with
A quick glance and a tender smile,
Whom she caught me in a spell.
That I wish never to come out of

A soft voice, an unspoken love,
Across the way I see the true meaning
of friendship

Your kind face and the inner beauty is what I will treasure on my thoughts several generations to come

#favoriteamaizingbeautifullbuddy

That's what you are to me.
????you buddy

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Happy Mothers Day

From the moment i was born
I never knew what love was really about untill i grew older and with all your warm hugs and care made me understand exactly what love realy ment..and all through growing up with your care and love i treasure the moments with you..
I love you more than anything
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
The bond I feel is unbreakable
And instantly I know
That I will spend eternity
Thanking God for my miracle, you
Time has quickly passed us by
And now i am a bearded fella
But in my eyes you will always be
My precious loving mum
One day in the future
God will bless  me with a miracle too
Then you will know the depth of love
That I will always have for you 
I will be here for you always 
And forever and a day
Loving you unconditionally
Every step along the way..i will not stop saying how much i love and treasure you mum...and i pray for my kids to have that same love and care i received 25 years ago til now.#happymothersdaymum and to all beautiful mums out there ..don't ever shorten your love for a miracle is miraculously meandering its way to your heart..love you all #kisses

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Infatuated Baller

Yes, I was infatuated with basketball: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I ball hard and fancy that he got jelouse..is it my fault that my best friend lose intrest in me?? . Before I give my soul, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those, basketball is my love ..you best believe I never wish to let go of my infatuated love for basketball. .and for you my friend dont be jelouse I am ready to share my love for it with you

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In Search of My Throne

Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, 
Depths of the clear blue  sky between, Plains where life is felt
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, -- 
Beauty of Earth, when in the harmonies 
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part, 
I shall return once more and bring to these 
The worship of an undivided heart. 
Of those sweet potentialities that wait 
For my heart's deep desire to fecundate 
I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants; 
And the great cities of the world shall yet  
witness the search for my princess.

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Loving You Still

Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent 
This day's suggestive beauty as we ought, 
I have gone forth alone and been content 
To make you mistress only of my thought. 
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind 
In my life's agitations to include 
This moment's refuge where my sense can find 
Refreshment, and my soul beatitude. 
Oh, be my gentle love a little while! 
Walk with me sometimes. Let me see you smile. 
Watching some night under the winter sky, 
Before the charge, or on the bed of pain, 
These blessed memories shall revive and deep inside I will not stop  cherishing the sweet memories. ..

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Addiction

Addiction can be a very deadly thing, but it can also be equally as beautiful 

You were addicted to the feeling of smoke engulfing your lungs
The sensation of smoking weed
Manipulating girls for your own pleasure 
You were also addicted to running away from your problems and not even looking back
You were stuck in a life of deadly addiction 

But I was addicted too

I was addicted to the pleasure you received from allowing the smoke to over take you
The way you talked too much while high
Bettering myself so I could be one of the girls that were always on your mind
I was addicted to supporting you in all of the things you were addicted to 
I was stuck in the beautiful part of addiction 

Addiction can be a very deadly thing, but it can also be equally as beautiful

Who am I trying to fool? 
Both side slowly kill you