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The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
Sometimes the dark is not worth risking.
her  huipeng. aprilfourth. working on ridding herself of hedonistic thoughts because she only wants to live in God's word. sustaining on His love. speak
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Friday, October 30, 2009
My bed smells of yesterday's yesterday.3:00 AM And many more yesterdays in fact, really. But to count the number of yesterdays in it, it covers a multitude of them. Adding to the literal number of days it was left unmade and in a mess, it holds much more than that. Of memories, and of thoughts I had of those yesterdays that happened long ago. It contains more. Those stains, tears and blood, patches on the bed itself. Even if the sheet is new, I'll know what lies beneath goes back way before. Comfort, stress, sadness, companionship, happiness. It's been through loads. And currently, I'm having one of those hardworking moments, doing my part for WR on it.
&still trying to find a happy ending
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