I have already been out two fridays now
I thought that would be enough for the next two years also, but who knows what's going to happen
Thank you for starting this thread Roy! You are special
...and thanks everyone who has posted. You have no idea what this means to me
And you are special also hun, it would have killed me if someone had made the thread before me, as you started my birthday thread
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Some philosophy - Everyone has a book of life from the day they`re born until the day they leave this world, it is a very complex book and can only be filled in by the individual whose life it is. Along the way there are times when you need guidance to fill a few pages in, when these times occur you will turn to family then friends in need of help, sometimes there is no family or a family that doesn`t care, you will then turn to a friend, a friend that will comfort you but will not tell you what you want to hear, but the truth, a friend that will look deep into your soul and find what is causing your distress and emotional pain.
They will then tell you what is wrong and give you advice, the same advice they have told family and friends many times before, but, alas, it fell upon deaf ears, like I stated previously you cannot fill other people`s book`s of life in for them, it is entirely theirs, sometimes this will grieve you when you have had very intense heart to hearts with someone close to you, they failed to heed your advice, a few weeks later you visit them at the Chapel of Rest, lying there on a mortuary slab, you curse the day they came to you looking for salvation, redemption, hope, for the sole reason of not being able to fill those few pages in for them, so please remember this......
The book of life is yours and yours only, to be filled in by you, no-one can fill parts or all of it in for you, with all this in mind, I will state again - please remember this - It`s who you borrow the pen from that counts.
I`m so fucking goddam proud of you Sara, I really am
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Ink fades, paper burns, words soon forgotten, but what is written in the soul, echoes in eternity.
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