THOSE LITTLE THINGS By:Kosoko Damilola

Those little things that makes you
Are more than enough to make out the best of you
Those flaws are only a facade,buckle up and get started to be you
Those little things makes up the biggest part of you
Don't let those little things slip out of your hand
Those little things that makes you
spend time living who you are,and explore
Those little things that makes you you
No one can appreciate who you are
than the extent of appreciation you have
for yourself
Night is the best time to ponder on
those little things that makes you
Those little things that makes you
Never look at those things you have lost
Rather,look at those little fragment that
makes you that you have left
Abandon yourself to destiny and appreciate those little part of you that makes you
If you want to travel far and fast learn to value those little part of you that makes you
Be better than you were yesterday
Be your own competitor
Be your own standard
It's gives priceless satisfaction to be
that little you that makes you you
Than being a million copy of another
The buildings that were pulled down were not demolished by Elephants
But were destroyed by little termites who knows the truest worth of those
little things within.

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