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Sep 23, 2004 05:27
How did I lose sight of everything (
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prince_galileo
September 23 2004, 09:03:09 UTC
this is ground controll to major tom...
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jonas1812
September 23 2004, 13:37:28 UTC
"I do not know how much good two people who suffer so much can do for each other"
helping eachother stand is one possability that is on my mind.
you reminded me what it is to be alive once, mabey I could return the favor.
getting to know eachother again is annother one.
--R
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athairgreybeard
December 14 2004, 03:13:37 UTC
this older post makes me somewhat happy in that you held us in some regard thank you
your comparisons to others
not as beautiful
not as sharp of mind
is mildly disrespectful
of the gifts you have
and the godess who endowed you
It was not always so apparent
you in your own world
peeking out sometimes to observe
but never making youself one with our equally small place
the fields will miss you
filled with my tracks
as my mind studies
what i will not comprehend
there are trees to be admired
and small fresh springs to see bubble
a different world than your
dual highway bustle
the blood on the ground
a sign of your passing
or a curse on our lives
I pray no
you deserve who you are
a child of my god
not of my passion
the love he has, we have
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helping eachother stand is one possability that is on my mind.
you reminded me what it is to be alive once, mabey I could return the favor.
getting to know eachother again is annother one.
--R
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your comparisons to others
not as beautiful
not as sharp of mind
is mildly disrespectful
of the gifts you have
and the godess who endowed you
It was not always so apparent
you in your own world
peeking out sometimes to observe
but never making youself one with our equally small place
the fields will miss you
filled with my tracks
as my mind studies
what i will not comprehend
there are trees to be admired
and small fresh springs to see bubble
a different world than your
dual highway bustle
the blood on the ground
a sign of your passing
or a curse on our lives
I pray no
you deserve who you are
a child of my god
not of my passion
the love he has, we have
Reply
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