This sums it up.
LoveStaring at the ceiling making
Friends with shadows on my wall
All night
I'm hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good
For something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why
(chorus)
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
See me
Talking to myself in public
And dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind
(chorus)
Talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
They'll be taking me away
Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings,
As your birthday nears.
Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.
Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.
Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"
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Love that lives in the heart cannot be so easily terminated by time. Even though the encounter is brief its impression shall last a lifetime. No one can change the direction of love that lives in the heart. If you have loved that in itself is the answer.
I wish you a wonderful day,
I wish you happiness, fun and laughter
for today and everday after!
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Let me decide... give me the chance.
My stock account [link]
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Mirror, mirror, where's the crystal palace? But I only can see myself skating around the truth; who I am.
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war is peace
freedom is slavery
ignorance is strength
-1984
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There is a different, unique kind of beauty in every creature, in every person, in everything.
-Stephanie Boyett-
Gallery: [link]
Prints: [link]
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on your special day
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living,
Friday's child fears no foe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
And Sunday’s child is bonny and wise in every way.
More about the rhyme: [link]
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No one gets out alive all we can hope for is
when all is said and done more is done than said
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