Waiting for a Love Letter. Far away over hill cuckoo lost. Got rid of any cost.

What We Never Talk About. Presence And Time, Self Portrait.

I wanted to re reblogging this because this WAS my life everyday. But no longer, sometimes I am amazed at all the things I missed out on , all the things I have yet to experience. One of the greatest being that I do matter and people do care about me. Even friends on WordPress! Thanks Secret Angel Ministry. Or to make a motion.

This blog is probably what you would be served at a restaurant if you rudely asked, 1 Nothing, please! And mentioned you were not going to leave a tip. 1 Weight is very difficult to lose and too easy to gain. 2 Most good things eventually come to an end.

My journey through Borderline Personality Disorder and Depression. About Me and This Blog. I wish I could take your tears away. I wish I could take away your hurt. No one is to blame. The connection we share will never fade away.

Inspiring personal growth through poetry and writing. Sign up for a newsletter. Is made of tears,. No bricks, no wals. And recklessly try to climb. But day retreats, cowardly, in guilt,. Quilted with shy stars and mourning moon. And I say, restore and watch. Like fireflies caught in the rain. Distant, but intense,. Snow rolls in between breasts. Of this curvy city,.

I may fall away along the way. But the way I feel,. Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015. Lets Grab A Cup Of Tea. Affecting our daily lives,.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. If I had known, I would have never brought children into this world. I would have never gotten married. I would have never adopted another child. I would have never tried to confront those who have hurt me. I would have never attempted to heal. I would have never become the burden that I am right now. I would have never allowed myself to lose control.

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