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Submitted:Jun 7, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My body is just a vessel to carry my heart and my soul. It takes me places. Sometimes I don't want to go where it takes me, but I have no choice whatsoever. It leads me and guides me with God as the navigator. All I can do is hope and pray that where ever I go is okay. The vessel I go around in won't drown in the ocean or wreck on the shore, or at least it hasn't proved to do that yet. Wherever I go, I soak up what I can before I move on. Sometimes I take to much in, sometimes I don't take in anything at all. Sometimes things just aren't worth remembering. I lament that happens entirely too often. I don't remember, and there's no way I ever will remember those places. But God didn't want me to remember such cruel sights, so I shouldn't worry. I shouldn't worry.





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