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10 Things That Make Me Happy
Promise urselfEvery now and then, we need to motivate ourselves. So, here's a motivation poem by Christian D. Larson: Promise Yourself Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel like there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. -- The Optimist Creed By Christian D. Larson
I drift away to a place Another kind of life Take away the pain I create my paradise Everything I felt was against the wall What used to be yours isn’t yours at all Falling apart and all that I’m asking Is it a crime, am I over reacting? Oh, he’s under my skin Just give me something to get rid of him I’ve got a reason not to bury this alive Another little white lie So what you had didn’t fit among the pretty things Never fear never fear I know I’m not dead Braids have been tied as ribbons fall away Leave your heart of glass I’ll take your place Falling apart and all that I question Is this a dream or is this my lesson Oh, he’s under my skin Just give me something to get rid of him I’ve got a reason not to bury this alive Another little white lie I don’t believe Ill be alright I don’t believe Ill be okay I don’t believe how you’ve thrown me away I do believe you didn’t try I do blame you for every lie When I look in your eyes I don’t see mine Oh, he’s under my skin Just give me something to get rid of him I’ve got a reason not to bury this alive Another little white lie Oh, my permission to sin You might have started my reckoning I’ve got a reason not to bury him alive Another little white lie ... Alexz Johnson |
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