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When we go

On our death throes
Will we commemorate our angry moments
And the times we sat silent
Hoping someone would read our mind.

Will we cheerish our passive aggressive behaviors
And long to relive the hostilites.
Will my hand to my face recognize the wrinkles
As descendants of frowns.

There is enough evil without to help us grow old
Altogether too soon.
No need for the evil within to speed the process
So quash all ill thought and live without regret.

Choose to be happy
And those around you will bask in your joy.
Choose to smile and be open
And there will be no reason to frown.


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