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I have a memory of me. The me I used to want to be. The carefree, dancing spirit. Before life made me, the child, responsible. Responsible for the care of adults. Adult worries and issues heaped high. All done with smiles, in hopes of love, acceptance. Never given, just labeled a daydreamer. But, deep in the night, all others asleep, slipping out the window, to dance in the meadows. Frolic in the groves, splash in the creek. Stars and auroras lighting the way. All grown,
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Chapter 12 Night Journey and Falkor
mogwhy commented on Headstall's story chapter in Chapter 12 Night Journey and Falkor
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of course. i did learn something new, so win-win, right?
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it's beautiful, i love it, even if you made me look up words
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The jester of lives. The comic relief. The silver lining guy. Finding the shreds of goodness in world of ugly. Helper for picking up the pieces. There to cry on. The ray of sunshine in the darkness. At the end of the joy, sits alone in the corner. The universe’s joke.
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thank you. i write my truth. the truth of my life, my reactions, my feelings. no matter how bad the actual writing may be
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sent 2 to you. Surprise Cake and Yabluchnyk
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Thrown away, like papers used as a bird’s toilet. Thrown away, like broken toys from childhood. Thrown away, like scraps of a good meal. Thrown away, after the brightness of new friendship, dulls. Thrown away like all trash. No second hand shop for you. Your usefulness is gone. We used you up.
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so true the person in the mirror is a stranger to the one looking into the mirror
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i was sad at all that was going on in your and tim's life and to have it hit all at the same time can break even the strongest among us. now the hard part beginsyou need them, too. i offer to you the same thing i offered tim: friendship, given freely with no thought of repayment. Mike, i speak these words truly
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friendship is given freely, tim, with no thought of repayment.
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ok i'll send it to you as soon as i find it
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ever done a depression cake? its chocolate but has a surprise. i taught it to 7-10 year olds so its easy. should i dig up the recipe?
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well, Wolf, this was my 5th time reading this. still love it. i was the second story i read on GA. just want to tell you that. loved the second book too. well done
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thanks, it can last a lifetime, no matter the distance
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thanks. the poems i write which are real life events and not just abstracts, seem to have that reaction
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thank you.
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this one was hard to "like". it was a statement of a friend drowning. my hope is you swim, you find 'your north'.
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Beautiful dreams of when we danced in meadows. Jarring noise shatters the night. Unknown number at 3:24am. The voice, shaky from crying. Still, one I haven’t heard in years. Wide awake, a kick to the heart. I loved you. You are my best friend. Time, money, distance separate us. You tell me your tale of heartbreak. I hold the phone, wishing I could hold you. Ease your pain, wipe your tears. But I can only hold you in my heart and listen, hoping its enough. No matter how
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thank you for sharing this part of you. knowledge and open-mindedness lead to understanding.
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thanks caz. better late than never
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thank you. i may live in an area with 5 military bases, but i'm not military or know the alphabet soup that comes with it
