Magnets

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Some people are magnets, and I mean they attract other beings for certain purposes and you might not realize it but you are to them something they are looking for, whether it's just conversation, advice, a pat on the back they feel they don't really deserve or just that they are lost and broken and you are that magnet, that light, that mind that they don't have that tells them if they're right or wrong, if they shouldn't or should if it's possible to even do. If you are a magnet, and believe me you can live in a box and they will gravitate towards it, you will know if you are and you will understand that when you are needed you put yourself aside and become them, not wwjd because that not who they came to for whatever their needs are but what would you be able to live with . No advice, no what if, no so and so do but what can you live with as in whether it's the right thing or not, can you live day after day with a clear mind?

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