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jimz
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Mon 06/09/08 02:27 PM
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love
i know what it is repress the wind cut the roots of a tree the sun darkened my heart is stone today fighting the urge to just give in to what people been telling me since i left home at 16 that im a plant thats never been watered so how can i grow words do come and for a moment i am what i am the poetic heart the absent minded dreamer but i leave marked my imagination to the paper i have yet to know what i write i know i have no inspiration today so i should of left well alone this is a day i do not smile this is the day i do not cry this is day i wait to be over |
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Tomrrow is another day my friend!! God will see you through all!!
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believe it or not.... I understand what you've written. My daughter is the only thing that keeps me going..... Her father, she can't even see because he is so ill from alcoholism... she suffers so. She has somatic-seizures, from just hearing from him... he's injured her so much... her issues are too many to mention. I know, if I go, she'll end up killing herself or in a hospital.. I pray everynight for her... I'll pray for you.... pls pray for her...
Life sucks,,, doesn't it |
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"inleyes", write me anytime, you'll find friends here. I read your profile, kids and animals, I love too. Dogs are my favorites, love em. Peace Jimmy
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love i know what it is repress the wind cut the roots of a tree the sun darkened my heart is stone today fighting the urge to just give in to what people been telling me since i left home at 16 that im a plant thats never been watered so how can i grow words do come and for a moment i am what i am the poetic heart the absent minded dreamer but i leave marked my imagination to the paper i have yet to know what i write i know i have no inspiration today so i should of left well alone this is a day i do not smile this is the day i do not cry this is day i wait to be over Would Would that love, love alone be enough Could tears shower and cleanse, Purge and open the floodgates To cover the places where death has chosen to hide under this this deluged places not yet discovered not yet played as a child innocence Then mine would I gift My heart for yours Raine Les 6/9/2008 |
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Great place to be - empty, open, and limitless!
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