Jun 03, 2003 20:13
Those that I love are like a crystal bowl that I have dropped on pitch black asphalt.
I try to pick up the shards one at a time, but each one sticks into my fingers.
I pull each shard out, and there is an emptyness left behind; my fingers are covered with dozens of painful, bleeding memories.
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(thought i did write a comment before, but it didnt work i think..)
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Yes, you did post the other comment, but I had the silly "screen" function on for some reason -- I just figured out how to turn it off.
Thanks for taking the time during your busy schedule -- I hope your exams are going well! I may be going back to school this next year -- I hope I remember how to study! (It hasn't been THAT long and I have had a little practice since then, but you never know)
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and after?
(asking and asking ,)
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My dream job is to work with one of my best friends, who was my old boss. We eventually have plans to start a company to provide management training to other businesses.
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