Hello, my old friend, do not fear the end.
Life isn’t a trend, it is a runway of style.
Let’s put each other’s shoes and walk a mile.
Point compass dial to the mystic Nile, and we’ll sing with Oompa Loompas.

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Jeweled sun, it shines for you,
as my love, for only you,
softly warming up
the blue skies forever.

Tears of joy as morning dew,
and the birds, they sing for you.
Each day, it starts
my love letter.

Crack open the cover and see the verses bleed.
What someone lived isn’t something one can read.
I repeat. Hear me, I repeat the same, old truth to the same, tired beat.
My personalities split, like Missy and Master, between tears and anger…

I am taking a pledge to highlight positivity…

I love you, too, Tyrese. I try to keep anything I post on my blog or my social media outlets positive. As you can see, I don’t get any hits. I appeared in two newspapers, and that didn’t get any reaction, probably because my story is too positive, too inspiring. Sometimes, it’s difficult to continue, ’cause I feel like I am on a deserted island. But, I do go on… Tyrese, I am posting your video. I doubt that it will get any hits, but here it is…..