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Vacation and New Kitty in the Block
Is hope a feeling? Hell, yeah. Is burden a thing? Double hell, yeah. Since vacation started (there is no accurate date when it ...
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I was tagged by Lori and Angeline to write about 5 weird habits I have. Unlike Krissy , I'm not all perfect (loved that comment) so I ...
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Transform me my years into something huger From grey to blue sky From spoiled to kind Make over me my years into something clearer From worn...
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Is hope a feeling? Hell, yeah. Is burden a thing? Double hell, yeah. Since vacation started (there is no accurate date when it ...
Nice snap of a picture! :)
ReplyDeleteYou look sad on this pix, girl maybe coz you got a lot on your mind to be ashamed of... We could have kept our friendship and send each other a mail once or twice a year but no... You prefered to stab me in the back with no reasons and explainations, three phrases saying nothing but your suddenly hate towards me and I still wonder why ? Furthermore, why in that shitty way. For someone who wants to become a writer, it was your worst text and it should have been the best... coz if you had really loved me, you should have ended our relationship in apotheosis. However, you never truly loved me, it was a fake game of your wanna be writer's mind and I was just a pawn in your emotionaly chess game, welcome to the pawnshop!!! You needed attention of others coz you were low and I came at the right time even if you "loved" Alex, Beto, it was not enough you needed a third person... more is better. What a selfish human being you are... After all that was said in those 2 years, I felt like your words were like dust, gone with the wind. well, I'm gonna stop now coz I feel like Oscar Wilde writing "De Profundis" and I don't want to write a book about you, you're not worth it... now that I've said in big lines what I felt because of you, I can do only one last thing : forgive you coz you're a sick and confused person.
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ReplyDelete(by Lord Byron)
They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless,
They rose the first - they set the last.
And all that Memory loves the most
Was once our only Hope to be,
And all that Hope adored and lost
Hath melted into Memory.
Alas! it is delusion all;
the future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
It's a very natural portrait of you. I like it.
ReplyDeleteLaila! The picture is so thoughtful, but then finding the poem in the comments! I'm going to step away from the computer a bit to process.
ReplyDeleteI've missed stopping in. I must be preoccuped with not thinking too much.
I hope all is well for you, though.
Beautiful picture, Laila! I've been catching up on you this morning, finally! I, too, have had a lingering case of the sniffles & coughs, but without the facial pain & pistachio ice cream nasal discharge. I'm glad you're feeling better!
ReplyDeleteI saw the Loose Change video several weeks ago -- scary stuff.