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My View on Life |
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Rhiannon Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 95Fayetteville, TN USA |
The smell of home-cooked meals followed By the slaps and screams of an untamed Existence That's what I've always known As a child, I had hope for the future Now I'm reaping the harvest my ancestors have sewn The constant battle for serenity Leaves me exhausted, I've always felt That the burden I've carried was mine alone It's too hard, somtimes, to share What's in my heart, harder still to bear I am the rope in a tug-of-war How do we come through, is it love or pride That helps us put it all aside It's rough to get past the rejection of A loved one, on both sides And in the end, the only thing to matter Is the core of steel that keeps us bound To our beginnings, evil and good I still love you. ------------------ The night is my companion The solitude my guide Would I spend forever here And not be satisfied? Sarah MacLachlan, "Possession" |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
You are not alone in thinking that way my friend. Nice job  ------------------ How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool? ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You have expressed this tug of war well! ------------------ Denise |
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