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How Many Spirits

How many spirits could be saved, if we could just let go, of the unimportant things. we keep buried, but don't know, how to release their hold. Energy and time surely wasted, on past injuries, because we're not bold. Negativity is a force to be reckoned with. It gets off when we try to even old scores, becoming our means to the end, rather then learning how to bend. It relishes and thrives, affecting our lives, when we spend the day, thinking only down, wearing a perpetual frown. Attitudes mirror glasses half empty, rather then half full. We only offer excuses, and half baked bull. No apologies given, to counter it's pull.

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