My day is ending
My night finally in view
Nothing else left to prove
Come to me, my muse
Show me clarity
Am I a fool, broken and misused
Tell me I’m comfortable
In this freckled skin
Assure me
I’m okay being where I’ve been
Powerful goals which push to be fulfilled
Desires to write with a loving eye; mind
My eyes warn me of shades of green
Am I sure I know what I’m doing
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
from dusk til ‘DAWN’ baby. http://mcfcwolf.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/clarity/ XO
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Damn… eye to eye, Darling.
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Really like this one. =)
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Thank you so much!
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None of us do, but we keep plodding along pretending 🙂
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I’m glad that I have company. 🙂
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This speaks to me of exhaustion and ready to have some fun writing!
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Exactly!
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