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Dec 14, 2008 10:52

There are times when you just don't want to get out of bed.
Can't.
Can't get out of bed.
This is not one of those days.
There are times when you have to get out of bed. You have to.
To make sure everything is as it once was.
This is one of those days.
So often our lives and happiness revolve around others.
So often.
Or too often.
Depending on how you look at it.
We cannot support ourselves.
We need a shoulder to cry on, for of course,
We can't reach our own.

to be continued...
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