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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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My Dream is to live with the knowlegde
of my past mistakes...
to walk the runway with no
blocked gates....
to feel the blood pumping with living
energy from the ground up...
to receive a gift not worthy of my acceptance
and with that giving full heartedly ....
a Dream to accomplish and believe....
to believe in a dream that was never
given the benifit of the dought.....
and with that I'll live it with no head turned
but never forgetting all the ones whoz helped
me learn....
You where the hope shining through
my clouds....
and tought me the best part of falling
is getting back up....
and the best part of getting up is
learning how not to fall.....
life is a continues path of learning
dont loose your gratitude for it.....
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Have you ever felt your tears burn your heart...
the feeling of your lungs caving in
and the last thing on your mind is air...
how the sight of lost trials and broken bridges
leaves your soal emptie without a care....
the sorrow of looking in the mirror and not knowing
who you are or where to go....
the one thousand pound question of why
why God put me on this earth
tell me when is it my turn....
leaving me paralized to my knees...
not being strong enough to go forth on my own....
the way words can be flying dagers towards your heart....
at the same time it can be the key to set you free...
so tell me when is it my turn
my turn to be forever set free...
to have the sun shinning on my back...
to have the cool breaz whisper to through the trees...
to understand that love is only yours untill its gone...
to cry with the thought of always moving on...
to feel the weight lifted off my back
in persuit to feel what i need to feel the most
the feeling of always being
forever loved in return....
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