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Some dreams are meant to be shared, others… not so much.

How can we forgive ourselves for the things we never did, for the words we never said, and worse still, for the thoughts we never shared.

Was I to have a single thought for you, it would be love. Love, unconditional and kind, love, pure and true. Love , it’s what I offer to you

So… would you rather live in a bad place, with good people, or in a good place, with bad people?

Does the way we lean depend upon the direction of prevailing thought?

When I understand how a deity would need to tax its creations, then might I understand religion.

In our dreams. In reality,I fear we’ll never be, but with diligence our children might regain the freedom we squandered.

Although I like your poem I feel the sentiment is flawed, no-one I know is given anything, every penny they have, they earn.

A penny held has no value, how sad it is that a penny spent has little more.

Today I earn far more than I ever did before, yet to spend… I have far less. ~ Though I squander not a dime, my debt does not decline.

Why do I love Twitter so? Because this is the only place I never need to lie.