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I wondered but for a second in the storm of love
And after my heart was slaughtered
I wanted only the wonder to burn with the remains of my soul
For sake of it not luring me once more into the storm
PS: Great write, and like it
Sorry if my own words are a little jaded
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Jaded is as jaded does, my friend. Im right there with your jaded attitude… Touche!
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Americana! The past is the past, can´t change that. But we can change our future,or course correct as I like to say.
I stopped wondering some time ago, sort of a “fuck it mentality” it happened, they say do whatever they want, I just move on.
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Im trying my damndest Char, nothing about moving on is ever easy for me I guess. ..hugs to you sweetness. ❤
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❤ hugs back
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I don´t want to know what it would be like. I would lose my edge. I don´t want to go back to naivete. I want to see the world as it is. What if soft living had given me a taste for ease, or for greed? What would I have compromised to keep an easy lifestyle? How would I be able to teach my kids about hard work and perseverance? True security is an illusion, I think. There is no such thing. It is a wish, only.
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I feel the same way…but sometimes I still wonder….hugs, sister. Dont ever lose your edge.
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I plan on keeping it, and keeping it hidden. Hugs!
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It’s the greatest facet of the human spirit. Buried within the folds of even the pale apparition of humanity lies the capacity to allow the mind to reach beyond the dome of the night sky into the reaches of expanding space. You, too, are doubly wise and know this whether you know it or not.
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Hmmmm….I totally relate to this sentiment, but I don’t think it’s a reality for those of us that have actual compassion for people around us. I am battling an alcohol problem right now and I think that my primary reason for drinking it to numb my emotions. It’s not real, we truly can’t do that, if we care….
Intriguing post, as always, my dear!
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You are right, Sweetie…when you are an individual with genuine empathy built into your core, no matter what you do or where you go, you will ALWAYS feel.
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🙂 I think you have an incredible way of touching the soul with your blog. I truly consider myself thankful to be able to read it.
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Aww sweetie I don’t deserve that…I’m just a miserably human creature who “bleeds by the pen”; I consider myself blessed with the cyber family this blog has built for me. Hugs to you. ❤
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