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I accept the things I cannot change 

and change the things I can, 

but sometimes I don’t know 

what I can or can’t control. 

What is part of God‘s plan 

and what is just another mystery of man 

I don’t know,

and that is the stem of all of my issues 

and yet sometimes I find comfort in that and my shoes 

and the clothes I wear, and the places I go and how I wash my hair and the small things in the jewelry and my rings, 

the things that come to me easily 

loving 

is one of those and so I guess 

as long as that remains true 

even if it’s not you, 

I’ll be OK