(my hand thinks i'm an artist, my heart thinks i'm a poet, my brain knows i'm a street rat. just call me Aladdin.)
i could write about how you make me write things that i don't mean to mean,
or i could write about the fact that you make my skin crawl every time i see your name or notice all of those small things that will always remind me of you,
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please shout from the rooftops.
have someone videotape it and send it to me. hahaha.
love you, wifey.
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YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE IT. YOU ARE GOING TO BE OKAY. YOU ARE GOING TO BE HAPPY. YOU ARE GOING TO DO THE RIGHT THING. YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE RIGHT ONE.
I know this because everything written is something I've gone through. Something I've felt. If I can make it through that cloud, that haze, that baggage, that bondage, and come out the other side stronger, more compassionate, with the ability to learn to be more secure, then in Jesus' name you can do the same.
"This is me without you." I've spoken these words. It was the scariest thing I ever said. And I lived because of it. You can do this. You can make it. You WILL MAKE IT!!
I love you. I have to go so I quit ranting now. <3
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i really really do. that whole thing... all of it, means so much to me - more than i could ever really try to describe.
i know i'm going to make it, thanks to people like you who make my life worth living for.
i love you. i hope one day i can be as strong as you.
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