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WALK 60 MILES IN MY SHOES

From the very moments that we spoke silently through words unspoken of understanding coming from the universe of our soul of souls each expressing our own situations that we found ourselves trapped in a situation basically base upon someones words, that we knew deep within our very deepness and the gut feelings within our mind and heart and soul held no true weight of honesty truth and trust, but yet we believed within the dream and the purpose of the dream only to be lead to a place of disbelief coming from those that we gave birth to in heart and soul.                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                           But one thing that this experience has truly taught me nothing is what it seems to be for actions does speaks louder than words for not withstanding the hurt the pain the betrayal of words spoken that became silent once you appeared, within the area of the conversations spoken without your presents when they are talking about you for that is enough to make you feel unwanted disrespected and loved to a point that you shouldn't be there within this atmosphere of negative, disguise as an illusion by words of the mind wearing a mask as a disguise simply abandoning the truth of there words that we are FAMILY.                                                                      
                                                                                                                                
When in fact that is far from the truth for its every man and woman and child for themselves for at my age of knowledge of my past and things that I had to overcome during my journeys travels and walks, I am glad to see first by eye glance how much the world I once knew has disappeared from the real life o what family use to be through my eyes when I once was a child but now I have grown to be a man, for nothing is how I remember it use to be as I remember for gone is the honor and respect of the elders that made a way out of nowhere for HOW MUCH HAS CHANGED OVER THE LAST 60 YEARS OF MY LIFE AND OF THIS WORLD.
Written by Stoney223 (WOLF BAY33)
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from my eyes at 60 years of age
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