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ashley cain Junior Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 30Texas |
In the recesses of your mind I would like to be. Just for you to understand me. Must i compose a thousand words together? Why? They'd become trite and old adn begin to weather. I feel like a filthy piece of garbage you've discarded from your soul. I was once the part that made you whole. In my many moments of pain; I realize there is something to gain. I sift through the ashes of this old empty trunk. At some point I must realize God doesn't make junk. |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Ashley* The last line made a smile form instantly No, He doesn't make Junk sweetie...believe that!! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I enjoyed reading this...we feel rejected...and then at some point we begin to rebuild our self esteem and realize we were rejected only because we were with the wrong person...and we are still the right person...the person we should be...James |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Ashley, I could feel your pain while reading this poem you wrote. It's very heavy and very touching. Especially this line: "At some point I must realize God doesn't make junk". Yes Ashley, God doesn't make junk, never did, never will. And you are a very special person to be able to write so emotionally like this. Take care. |
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