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I never really got to say goodbye
And I never really did understand
And I just sat there on the floor
Staring at my bed
What’s funny
What’s really funny
Is I really believed in you
I looked into your eyes
At 3 in the morning
When all pretenses had faded
And it was all you
And, God, I loved you
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I wonder if my words ever echo through your mind,
If a certain song comes on and you think of me…
Because I once told you
That’s the song I listen to
When I’m feeling broken
And alone
And real?
I wonder if you lay down to sleep
And,
just as you close your eyes,
You remember I once laid there beside you
And you think about how perfect we were there,
In your bed,
Two pieces to a puzzle?
Do you ever shiver with cold
And remember how I would
Push myself as close as possible
To your body
As we slept
And my arms were so warm?
Do you ever walk into a kitchen
And remember the mess we made
And the fun we had
And the laughs we shared?
Do you ever hide away
In your room
As your inhibitions overwhelm you
And remember that,
Once upon a time,
You could call me
And open up your heart to me
And I would love you all the same?
When you go out
From bar to bar
And begin to wonder
About those strangers’ stares
And what they must be thinking of you,
Do you remember
How I accepted you,
Embraced you,
Supported you,
Lifted your spirits
To the stars?
And yet,
Somehow,
It wasn’t enough.
You poor fool.
No one
Will ever
Be enough
For you.
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I dreamt of you last night. I went to see you after all this time only to find you'd lost your mind. Honestly, though, you were absolutely bonkers. You tried to kidnap me - to keep me forever. I escaped but barely. Funny how one night's dream can summarize so many years. You were crazy about me and I tried to be there for you but you couldn't handle it. You didn't know what you were doing. You made so many bad decisions. You hurt me so many times. (And I know I hurt you, too.) I'm sorry to know you're hurting because I would never wish that on you but you made your decision and I made mine and, to be brutally honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. Despite everything, you will always be important to me but I think what happened was destiny. Some things just aren't meant to be. Some things are just stepping stones to what's true. I know you're still clinging to hope - hope that we can go back. No. I'm sure you want me to apologize or feel some sort of guilt for where I am now but that's not going to happen. I'm happy - very, truly happy. I hope, someday, you'll be happy, too. Stop sabotaging yourself and just give yourself a chance for once. Stop writing yourself off and step up. You've lost so many opportunities already; it's time to stop running. No, don't argue with me. All you ever do is run and hide. Stop. Grow up. You know what you need to do so do it. The opportunity is still there so don't miss it again before it's gone. Your future is waiting for you at a beautiful place - somewhere you already love, already have friends, already have connections. Swallow your emotions and pride and do what needs to be done for your future. You're always running late. Don't be late for this. Don't miss this last chance. Stop. Running.
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Such TERRIBLE news...
The world has lost a true hero - a genuinely amazing, kind-hearted man with nothing but golden intentions.
I hope he has and will continue to inspire new heroes to rise up and continue fighting the good battle for peace and equality.
Namaste, great hero. May you rest in peace...

I may add to this more later but, at the moment, I'm truly at a loss for words.
It's so hard to describe what a loss this is to our world.





BBC News Release of Nelson Mandela's passing:
www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-25249520#FBM316231

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I found this online and wanted to share. Not sure who the original author is...

"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust.
And I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply,
And the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again."


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