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 emerged one day from a coma . . . . looked back into the din ... [read more] |
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There are times she feels so alone Trying to do this thing called living Aimlessly she wanders and roams A path that's rocky and unfor... [read more] |
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The right heart won't leave me confused, Or make my softness feel misused. It won't make love a guessing game, Or disappear and call it spac... [read more] |
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It hurts to accept, but people are fully aware of their actions. The silence, the distance, the dishonesty—none of it is an accident. They k... [read more] |
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I still look for you in the little things, like the morning dew, and the bird that sings... ..outside my window there's an empty chai... [read more] |
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Loving yourself isn't something that just happens - it's a decision you make daily. It shows up in how you speak to yourself, the boundaries... [read more] |
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In her arms she holds her teddy bear She needs an answer to her prayer She tells her teddy everything She hopes that teddy's listening... [read more] |
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You didn't get to say goodbye With a heavy heart you sit and cry You didn't know it was their time Now with the angels, they do fly Y... [read more] |
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If you look into my eyes Tell me, what can you see? Will you know the tears I've cried Can you tell when I'm not me? If you look into... [read more] |
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One, two, three, four, five Take a deep breath Yes, I'm still alive Six, seven, eight, nine, ten Slow your breathing Start aga... [read more] |
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May we be blessed those times we’re lost… confused…dealing with sorrow, struggles and strife… to allow our hearts to be our compass t... [read more] |
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Whenever I have a decision to make I listen for some cueing from all the voices in my head… happy to advise me on what I should be do... [read more] |
 awokened everyday still there, deadened by the whispers of the air atop the treehouse your latibul... [read more] |
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I stood wild eyed as he exited his door screamed “its showtime” started firing dead in an instant suicide by cop I left inquisitive about th... [read more] |
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Sad) when love of a dog’s is it in the end in grips of old age the licking of the face by her the solitary affection rendered (they b... [read more] |