Thinking About Life

I smile through pain and my tears are my prayers.  I am not a quitter but I quit at least five times a day.  I lay down to rest and my sleep is broken.  I wonder who really cares…thinking, all I do is care for others but whose care is authentic for me?  Then I begin wondering if I should stop caring…asking myself if anyone will even notice.  I feel like such a small piece in this hugely baked pie called life.  I ask myself what’s worth living for and if what I do matters.

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