I think that lately, you've spoken for me. so many thoughts and words I want to put together and post, but either doesn't come out right or I come to do it and I read what I was thinking before I even write it out. nobody stole my entries, but the theft involved is you stealing the thought from my mind. it's mind-boggling. quite frankly, we are kindred spirits (as much as in the sence of the phrase itself). I feel the same way, always... are you sure you're not an undercover agent working for the government? I may be the next X-File and not even know it.
you have a strange power of always making me smile, and it's freightening
Well, I do work for the government but I can assure you that I am not a mind-reading spy ;) Yes, I've always felt that connectedness to your words, as well. Perhaps we are kindred spirits, or maybe we knew each other in a past life. Or maybe, it's you who is doing the mind-reading! :P
I'm glad I can make you smile; you do the same for me :)
Goodness, your writing is like a tall glass of frosted lemonade on a hot day. It's like an opalescent pearl stone come up from the bottom of the sea. I just love your thoughts, and the tangles and emotions and the way you try to work them out, and appreciate your honesty and generosity with whatever you're feeling. I support you.
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you have a strange power of always making me smile, and it's freightening
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I'm glad I can make you smile; you do the same for me :)
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