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Originally posted by Griever:
yep. i was broken... but now things are looking good, for i think i am mending myself as i should have done a long time ago...
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Griever, I'm going to post this poem again because I think that it is so cool and it is so what you are going through.
Come the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to understand that
Kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman or a man
Not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
If you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong, that you really have worth,
And you learn and learn and you learn
With every goodbye, you learn.
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Memnoch - Custodian of the Order of the Holy Flame 