So imagine its time to update.
So right now i have a really bad headache from an annoying old lady who came in as i was leaving and had to stay an hour over to help. Other then that lately here i have been lending a hand to a coupel freinds who needs a shoulder to lean on and a hug every now and then so they know who they are and i hope there doing alot better
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We get lost somewhere between the lines.
Looking back, the pages are stained with our ink-blotted footprints.
Do we curse our lack of stealth and mystery,
or do we celebrate the obviousness of our past?
I'll go with the second,
for I'd much rather be known for making a mess,
than to live in fear of getting dirty.
Our biographies are similar, but the details are scrambled-
names, dates, places: cut-and-pasted from one book to another,
but the endings are all the same.
We all get writer's block.
The starts, the stops, the inevitable (anti-) climaxes.
It's what makes a story; it's what makes life.
But did you live yours?
Or will you be yet another dusty album on a forgotten shelf?
Maybe you will become an anonymous author.
Or, maybe your name will be passed from lips to ears,
and the result will be an eloquent smile:
"Now, there was a memorable character," they'll say,
and you'll know that you've made your mark.
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