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I am a jigsaw puzzle Containing of many pieces, Each one important, None can be left out Because they show the whole of what I am. You can’t dismiss a piece because you don’t like it on me, It leaves a hole in the picture. I am happy and sad, I am shallow and deep, I am stupid and wise, I mourn and I celebrate, I laugh and I cry, I am gentle and blunt, I am soft and as hard as a stone, I am caring and ignorant I am all of it It all makes the picture whole And if you only love part of it You don’t love me at all, Because I am who I am, I am human I am me |
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I am impressed
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I am touched
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I am liking it
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I am understanding of it ... :) .. excellent
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Nice... |
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hey you...
absolutely. |
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Nene
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When I try to put you together, Should I start with the corners?
Kidding love, G. |
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Always start with the outside, is easiest
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nice show of feeling and a good visual as well.
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You are heart,expression,
a dancer in the shadows. Joy on the wing of the dove, tears of the saddened child. The love that life needs to be whole again. You are unique... and I see you. Lee x |
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All the colours, all the textures, light and shadow, form and line.
You are beautiful and I see you! |
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So very nice to see you hun, sweet.
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Wondering about myself
Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a ship. Would I withstand the storms of life To reach silent waters And my destination of life. Or would I go under in the slightest winds. Would my body be strong enough to withstand The onslaught of high waves. Would my sails get torn apart Or take the wind as it comes To carry me on. Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a tree. Would my roots go deep enough To drink the water deep in the earth To let my leaves grow green. And then would my roof give Shadow and shelter from sun and rain To those who depend on it. Would I bear fruit enough To feed the needy around me. Or would I crumble to ruin In the storms of life. Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a house Would my foundations and walls Withstand an earthquake, Would they protect the ones That sought shelter inside. Or would they be weak And bury all live underneath When they fall to rubble. Would I be warm and comfortable inside Or cold and uninviting. Sometimes I wonder how I am as a human being. Am I warm, tolerant, loving And strong enough. Am I as good as I could be? Sometimes I really wonder. |
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the house
the ship all these wonders lifetime cracked yet, in hand mixtures healing mortar one seam at a time a patch here daub there and, wonder no more... |
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I love the way you express things, Nene
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thanks, you...
and, I am happy to see you write. |
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These are all beautiful and true words...
So inspiring and heartfelt... Thanks all of you for sharing... |
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Good company
I like the person I’m talking to, Know every thought, Even the secret ones. And yet, every so often I discover something new, Something surprising. We talk often, Sometimes more, Sometimes less. And sometimes we just fight Like everybody else. I wish that there were more of those That understand whatever is on my mind. Unfortunately it’s not possible, Because the person I’m talking to Is me. |
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