Some days I wonder why I was put on this planet-why the winds of life blow through my dirty hair but then I
picture God up in heaven tugging at his hair and furrowing his brow and sadly saying that He asked me to be
born and He put the trees in the woods and the birds and the sky just for me.
You are such a good writer. Please keep it up for the sake of all others like you who need someone who understands them.
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