Life is like a patchwork quilt where you keep on adding patches to it Until one day you stop. Yet the patchwork quilt is left behind. Many people arrogantly pass by without even giving it a glance many trod roughly on it and pick at the seams. Yet some even admire it, stop to look at it, maybe even copy a few patches to add to their own but nobody buys it or takes it home. Eventually one day when it gets tattered and old they throw it away or burn it as if it never held any importance. Soon the charred remains are all that's left as it's eradicated from existence like it was never there and beside it are rows upon rows of gleaming new blankets which some people ignore while others stop and stare.........
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Scattered Thoughts
Spiritualthis is just a book..... in which...... I'll write my feelings......... whenever ........they try to........overwhelm me.....I'll write them down......so they.....don't consume.....me and.....send me to a.....place where...... everything gets.....mu...
