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|Scrapbook: 09/04/2004 - 9:18 PM |
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images flowing from one to another the faces of the men I've loved the promises they made the lies they told the parts of me they created discovered molded bruised stole. The ones who ran the ones I discarded in fear the ones I thought I knew the ones I thought knew me. I've not been blameless. I've been handed the gift of someone and walked away instead a preemptive strike telling myself that it would only be a matter of time before I was hurt again never believing myself worthy of joy. Maybe I wasn't then. But maybe I am now. Maybe all it takes is the courage to start a new page. |
Job Opening, Likely Temp Work - 11/30/2005 Damn It - 10/08/2005 True Words For Too Many - 10/07/2005 A Drop of Golden Sun - 10/07/2005 Fraud - 10/01/2005 |