Just recently, I've woken up to realize a change within my group of friends, and after thinking about it for a while, I came to a realization. I think I've probably become kind of a drag - a dead weight.
It's true I'm sure. My friends don't want to hear about my problems - especially while their lives are still so simple while mine in twisted, vague, and unsure. I think lately I've been trying to find somewhere sturdy and comfortable to lean, but my friends can't carry my weight and they can't let themselves be weighed down by me.
From now on, I need to straighten my back and stand tall. Let my journal be my only walking stick. Let my stories be the path stretching out before me. Let my poems be the birds' songs coming from the trees. Let the beauty of the world around me be the cool breeze at my back. Let my faith and my God be the sun shining down warmly on me, guiding my way. Oh, let me be strong, for besides these factors, I walk alone.
It's true I'm sure. My friends don't want to hear about my problems - especially while their lives are still so simple while mine in twisted, vague, and unsure. I think lately I've been trying to find somewhere sturdy and comfortable to lean, but my friends can't carry my weight and they can't let themselves be weighed down by me.
From now on, I need to straighten my back and stand tall. Let my journal be my only walking stick. Let my stories be the path stretching out before me. Let my poems be the birds' songs coming from the trees. Let the beauty of the world around me be the cool breeze at my back. Let my faith and my God be the sun shining down warmly on me, guiding my way. Oh, let me be strong, for besides these factors, I walk alone.
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