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Monday, December 6, 2010
I've found three different flowers of sorts, as I've walked my windy roads stopping to smell the roses.... the smallest of the three, here petals so soft and precious, her life pure innocence, the next more bold in color, a little weathered from the storm, but, still, his kind so vineful, a surviver... Sign in to see full entry.
now and then
then I worried about tomorrow always fumbling my sorrow onto those who's sympathy I could not borrow.. I'd found myself much different than before, once I stood straight, head up feet planted firmly on the floor, but then, confused didn't know where I even stood, head hung down in shame doing things... Sign in to see full entry.
being kind is not being weak i've been told, though I agree, sometimes to be kind you must not go ignored, some take kindness and file it with weakness so I guess its up to me to re-educate those who mis-treat this Sign in to see full entry.