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waterfall_linger
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Interests: God, writing, life and people.
Expertise: Telling people what to do.
Saying what I think when I shouldn't and not saying how I feel when I should.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
7/17/2003
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| I wish I’d thought to write more letters
Must have thought love could last forever
We all had hoped good years would last
Ever knowing time would leave us stranded
And that’s where we are tonight
With years and books of stories on our side
With memories flowing like the blood, sweat and tears
mingling in the darkness on our faces
in this separation
I wish you’d written me more letters
But then what would I have left?
How many boxes full of pages to cry in
How much more of my heart would you have?
Cause then I’d kiss the paper opening my soul
But what good words, your lines
What a sweet friend and heart
I still hold your name so dear
I will hope your friendship still | | |
| I am not waiting for things to get better. Cause I'm coming more and more to realize that life is what it is and whether you think it's good or not. You are only what you allow yourself to be. The more it gets in me that I can't change things or people but I can change how I deal with things. I can change how I overcome and face things. I know that while life may remain hell-ish, with bright spots only now and then. God remains good and I can believe that whether I see it or not. And it doesnt have to be a rush from one thing to the next in an urgency to try to forget. Facing how things are is good, pain is not all bad. It's just real. Things happen, people come and go. GOD though is constant.
I am not looking for answers, I know He holds them all. I am trying to learn how to face the answers, whether anyone else believes them or not.
After all at the end of all things its not about anyone else after all... if I'd seen that sooner I'd feel less guilty now...
Its about standing alone before God
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His Girl Friday
By Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, Ralph Bellamy, Gene Lockhart, Porter Hall, Ernest Truex, Cliff Edwards, Clarence Kolb, Roscoe Karns, Frank Jenks, Regis Toomey, Abner Biberman, Frank Orth, John Qualen, Helen Mack, Alma Kruger, Billy Gilbert, Pat West, Edwin Maxwell, Irving Bacon
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Try to rest your mind stop analyzing
sleep well, stay true
while the hours hold times hands
We may never understand...
what's good, what's better.
What isn't ours to keep...
...Seems the best you can give sometimes is not good enough.
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| "But you only heard a piece of what I said...Because I only said a part of what I meant...
and I can't do it again, there's nothing left to open. now. Just a cold, cold mind inside an empty heart
And I keep finding things to try to fill up empty spaces
Senses, colors, fresh skin faces, changes
Nothing hinders, nothing waivers like my heart
My heart left here, the things I gave
Don't disbelieve her when she says, She'd give her everything.
It's hard. Yes, it's that real, it's that hard, the heart...
But you only knew a part of what I was, not too much... Because you only had time enough to start to touch it. You can't hold me again, There's nothing here to give you now.
I'm just a cold, cold shell inside a broken... just broken."
actually, we lie when we repeat rehearsed lines... we always want to give more, even when there's nothing left. even when it seems like they don't care enough... is it worth it? it was worth it. am i worth it? I thought it was.
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| Everything around me keeps speaking of time and trust, everywhere I look, when I turn my head. Endlessly the walls and the music and the books speak it... I step outside it's glaring even in the mist, it blatantly explodes in the silent places I seek. I try to stop my ears and I ache more. but these voices speak of the consistency of things we do not understand, like God and love, again time and trust. I surrender, I stop and I believe because the whole earth screams it. And I had just begin to see it. The only choice I have is to believe.
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