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Ambrosia Ambrosia


A Reason To Smile Or Cry


I never needed a reason to smile
Always smiled.
I don't need a reason to cry
Always crying.
Oh Lord, repeat the cycle
Bring back my smile.....

Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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Am struggling hard to overcome depression....God help me.

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  • Frank (popeye) Pulver (11/25/2013 1:13:00 AM)

    Have an open heart and open your eyes. See past your sadness and look at all of the sadness around you. If you reach out to touch someone less fortunate than you, you may see the smile and gratitude of there eyes and heart that will open a motionless face. (Report) Reply

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