What I appreciate is that there are good people out there.
I know it's a common thing to look for answers and plagiarize for a school paper but when you steal someone else's feelings and give them to your own loved one you're only disgracing that person by cheapening their value and diminishing your own character as a person. You're not giving them yourself but someone else's form and those words will atrophy prematurely because they were never connected to anyone's roots but mine.
Besides, I don't feel bad for the taker, but for the recipient. That's a poor kind of love she's in. There is no respect in that. You're building something inferior.
If you have to steal someone else's emotions and designate them as your own then certainly you've never lived, loved, died, grieved, suffered, analyzed, longed, savored, cherished, or enjoyed life with any zest.
I'm not one who holds onto pain but sometimes I struggle with hardship to break these words out of me. To do so I have to awaken my unconscious and ponder even the smallest fleeting
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That's sad, but quite understandable considering the quality of your writings and the number of adoring fans you've gained here. Women are practically throwing their hearts down at your feet because of the intensity of your passion and literary skills. Somebody out there is obviously envious of your talent and increasing popularity, unfortunately they don't have the right combination of genius and heart to produce their own works of art.
Well you know what they say about imitation right?
Jen, dear, you leave me speechless-your words confound such brilliance on me that they overthrow my ability to articulate past the grip they have on me.
I honestly don't believe I'm deserving of such praise. I'm like the floating debris that passes through a beautiful world. I don't want to be so big that I cannot appreciate the small, the little, the forsaken.
I know hospitality, and how to treat guests well until they become friends.
And I do know how fragile life is. At any moment I can be gone; anyone. That's why when you do love...each day anew brings the hope, the potential, the need of reaffirming the breadth of your love before your life goes dark and silent and you become someone else's memory.
lol! Isn't that supposed to be my line? Speechless and confounded. Although I did use moved, stunned silent, and feeling stupid somewhere in there too if I remember correctly for it was not that long ago
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To a person that values the company of good people, you are the essence of everything that is important. There is something about human receptivity that is so noble, so grand, so elevating. If you've ever been a traveler, hopefully you would have experienced that there are some people who willingly reach out their hand in welcoming, in good-will
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Oh good grace of God, I am so glad I met you before you're words went locked. You have become such a blessing in my life. Such a blessing. You are indispensable and you withdraw from me so much with each entry you share. I want everything you artistically give and you know I would never violate your trust, sweet friend.
I'm not a judge. It just baffles me with shame that some people don't want to labor for their love. That's not necessarily being lazy because there is work involved in plagiarism, it's called being short-sighted. I know several places on LJ where my words have surfaced. I don't mind that.
It's like stealing someone else's confessions. Do you want to bear their weight, too?
It's the fact that some other woman might be the recipient of feelings that were never exhausted for her sake. No.
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I have actually seen another writer on LJ with a very similar style.
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I know it's a common thing to look for answers and plagiarize for a school paper but when you steal someone else's feelings and give them to your own loved one you're only disgracing that person by cheapening their value and diminishing your own character as a person. You're not giving them yourself but someone else's form and those words will atrophy prematurely because they were never connected to anyone's roots but mine.
Besides, I don't feel bad for the taker, but for the recipient. That's a poor kind of love she's in. There is no respect in that. You're building something inferior.
If you have to steal someone else's emotions and designate them as your own then certainly you've never lived, loved, died, grieved, suffered, analyzed, longed, savored, cherished, or enjoyed life with any zest.
I'm not one who holds onto pain but sometimes I struggle with hardship to break these words out of me. To do so I have to awaken my unconscious and ponder even the smallest fleeting ( ... )
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Well you know what they say about imitation right?
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I honestly don't believe I'm deserving of such praise. I'm like the floating debris that passes through a beautiful world. I don't want to be so big that I cannot appreciate the small, the little, the forsaken.
I know hospitality, and how to treat guests well until they become friends.
And I do know how fragile life is. At any moment I can be gone; anyone. That's why when you do love...each day anew brings the hope, the potential, the need of reaffirming the breadth of your love before your life goes dark and silent and you become someone else's memory.
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I'm not a judge. It just baffles me with shame that some people don't want to labor for their love. That's not necessarily being lazy because there is work involved in plagiarism, it's called being short-sighted. I know several places on LJ where my words have surfaced. I don't mind that.
It's like stealing someone else's confessions. Do you want to bear their weight, too?
It's the fact that some other woman might be the recipient of feelings that were never exhausted for her sake. No.
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And, really this journal has been open-public since 2003. I would have hoped that these words would inspire heartfelt creativity and not incite theft.
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