Sunday, 27 September 2009

19:07

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With the untimely demise of that which once was, yet was never much understood. One moves to pastures green.
Though being among such diversity in wonderfulness, seems to be more harmful than it is desirable.
The bludgeoning desperation of prior actions from some, lead only to the frail attempts of regrowth in the area of passionate emotion, in one. Yet such an act of nature, becomes impeded by life's consistent intentions of bad will.
In time, though, embraced in the arms of the great healer, one may nurture ones Love, and perhaps create a much stronger ability to not only cope with, yet manage and dispense accordingly.
The cold side of the heart is reserved only for those who seldom admit to reality. And further more, ignore all ties with their wake of bitter destruction.