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Listen, whether right or wrong

Pros and cons

23/03/2025
Listen, whether right or wrong

Life's cruel, relentless, it tests the soul, 
But hold your ground, stay in control. 

Family's love is unconditional, true, 
Don't let them stray; they're the glue. 
Heed their wisdom, even if it feels astray, 
It might solve your woes at the end of the day. 

Friends, they come, and friends, they leave,
Offering truths you might not perceive. 
Right or wrong, it's hard to know, 
But their voices help as you grow. 

And when love finds you, choose it right, 
Let it be your beacon, your guiding light. 
For losing love feels like losing to the skies, 
A heavy heart beneath tearful eyes. 

But love yourself; begin within, 
That's the journey where it all begins. 
Don’t search too hard; let love unfold, 
It'll come to you,
a story untold.

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sparrowsong

Hello James...

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