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Name: Tina
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Conway
Birthday: 8/24/1914
Gender: Female
Interests: coffee, internationals, AIDS epedemic relief, OT, coffee, kids, India, African countries, 10/40, coffee, friends, quality time, my bike, hiking, and HGM
Expertise: friend and learner
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Pray for The Unreached People Group of the Hour
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
5/26/2005
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i hear the subtlety of your voice as your deflect the words of affirmation and hide in the pity of disarray. i see the ambush of desperation and the flailing of branches as you crawl upon your prey. one may choose a life of pursuit. or maimed and appalled, a life of retreat--and never surrender. regardless, i think love, like death, finds everyone. initially, love is an idea, an emotion at best. its flowing and gorgeous and unequivocal in character. but the love transforms and grows arms and legs. it must be tamed and directed and bound to an object. love knows to encompass, cover, and embrace. but its hard to maintain and its hard to make obey. it would rather live life astray. love can, once aged, learn to bestow.
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| i try to think back to a time when life was my friend, when i had hope and expectations of more to come. i suppose that's the demise of some and the innovation of others. zealous desire and anxious expectation. so, she whispers --frail at best, you sweaty peice of shit. with your pockets pulled out and head hanging low. its your fault, its your eyes. life should be desired, achieved, subjugated...for good.-- so, i'll trust this life and i'll hold onto his hand and wait just a bit. trying and clinging and believing you're right. i'll wait and i'll hope and i'll close my eyes. only to wake up and find a surprise. the grief the sorrow the anguish the ache; the torture and agony and all the heartache; the nusance the bother the menace the sting; the throbbing and aching....its all the same. whether your eyes or mine its all still the same...and its not this 'life' that i blame. my rose is fake and the thorns are real. yet, you still like to tell me my eyes seem amiss. there is no respite or chance for renew. my box is empty, my dreams are all spent, my flower is fake and prince is plastic. my eyes saw it coming, but yours lead me to a new pain--dissapointment secondary to disillusionment. so i bid you ado, dear life. your not worth the effort required. i'll settle.
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| HAMLET
363 Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of
364 me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
365 my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
366 mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
367 the top of my compass: and there is much music,
368 excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
369 you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
370 easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
371 instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
372 cannot play upon me. | | |
| 'you may never have your own child. you may never have a true love. you will learn to loose everything and be a temporary arrangement.'
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| You can't ask for what you want unless you know what it is. A lot of people don't know what they want or they want much less than they deserve. First you have figure out what you want. Second, you have to decide that you deserve it. Third, you have to believe you can get it. And, fourth, you have to have the guts to ask for it.
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