Beauty. Where does ones beauty truly speak from? From that new purse or that new hair cut? Lest beauty be a shallow extension for its use shall be forgotten. Let us not forget it, not now, not ever.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Bleeding heart strings.
For once I am at a loss of words, I can't come up with one simple form of a sentence that would best describe how I am truly feeling at this point. All I can say is after this I am not sure if I'll ever be able to remain the same me, or change so much that its hard to recognize myself. Some how sadness how this strange way of working its magic and turning everything into a big stinking pile of crap...for once I'd like something sad to happen that allows for a positive outcome to shine through.
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