Your pain is selective, you should be more generous to those who are bit more deserving. I wish you would treat yourself more kindly….just like your anger.. it just may... rub off on me. Are we now siamese twins...dna and Fingerprints... immersed all over me... No need to pound the floors...coming to a conclusion.. I'll reap yesterday's breeze and tomorrow's blessings…i'll take what's behind door number 2... Self love...yours truly...bought sense and my freedom…I can't comprehend your definition of love…and I can't comprehend me staying...lost for words...and lost in love...feeling power-less but I'll use the less for the betterment and leave.
SYQ222
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2b2b2 says: Great to read Truth and Feel it!! Thanks for sharing....Namaste |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you Soo much. |
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mrmelody7 says: Got your head and self together keep it that way for only good will follow you you are very wise |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you Soo much |
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LP45 says: Great write SYQ222. Thank you for sharing this. |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you So much Ladypoet45!!!! |
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