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Stringing Me Along
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Stringing Me Along |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Stringing Me Along I process my day healing from what ails me, knowing it can't be cured. Missing the feelings of, longing to hear a voice but only the echo of my own reaches, in the moments of sad. I bleed on the inside and bruise on the outside, covered by the mood of the day that no longer changes so easily, by seeing you. I pick up the last of, left in a basket, and finger the feel of the tiny beads threaded and remember the day you tortured me to do what you were unable to. Said you hated me for being that abled, smiled and said they were now mine. A whole day with me trying to please and occupy your mind. A whole day of stringing me along. Today I am remembering. Today I am missing you...without a word. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
longing to hear a voice but only the echo of my own reaches, in the moments of sad. Oh, lady... this touches deeply.  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
M-girl, I could envision you there with your basket of threads pondering this memory. Very tangible and melancholy. Have a good day, okay?. .......jo |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Said you hated me for being that abled, smiled and said they were now mine. A whole day with me trying to please and occupy your mind. A whole day of stringing me along. Today I am remembering. Today I am missing you...without a word. this hurts and deeply scars a dear heart...Sending you hugs |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
Sometimes, silence strings us too... but as long as we are not hamstrung, we will be all right, and we will survive the night.  |
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Pell Member
since 2001-09-16
Posts 134Pacific NW |
I pick up the last of, left in a basket, and finger the feel of the tiny beads threaded and remember the day you tortured me to do what you were unable to. Said you hated me for being that abled, smiled and said they were now mine. A whole day with me trying to please and occupy your mind. A whole day of stringing me along. oooh this makes me angry... the jerk who would do that... I'm amazed and humbled by the way you can make a reader feel with you. Hugs... |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Your words bring the vision to life and make us feel the pain of betrayal...Heartfelt...**hugs** |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
just so you understand... I am missing my sister today. I thought of her, as I passed a basket holding glass beads I strung on wire for her, making necklaces and bracelets. She needed to be kept busy while not being able to do much and when her eyes began to fail and her brain couldn't tell her fingers what to do, she would have me do them for her. A whole day of stringing beads drove me nuts but she enjoyed watching me and when the day was over laughed and gave them all to me to take home... So the title was really in jest~~ M |
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Pell Member
since 2001-09-16
Posts 134Pacific NW |
Well sheesh... that certainly puts things in a whole new perspective... I guess one's moods color one's outlook, my apologies for missing your intent. I still think it a powerful write, and now I wrestle with two strong emotional reactions instead of one. Hugs to you. |
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