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By hopelessromantic Date: 2003 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.26.00.29.5584]] |
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There is a book that I sometimes read. It's filled with real lives of martyers and thieves. It starts off with life God brought forth by birth. It tells of the tales that I gave forth on this earth. The childish games we loved to play......memories of all of my birthdays. I remember the time I had my first kiss. It was a boy named Teal......he was twelve. He swore up and down that he never would tell. It brings forth excitement of my early teens. The prom night, my friends and all of my dreams. It comes to the sorrows and loss of first love. How immature I could be when push came to shove. The loss of virginity.......feelings so absurd... How could I forget October the third? The hours of labor spent giving birth.......could never compare to what my children are worth! The marriage that lasted ALMOST seven years..... the pain, the anger, the bitterness and tears. Seeking to find love once again......this book isn't over though the chapter may end. Sometimes it's hard to pick up this book....we only see pain until we take a second look. Each day brings new stories to add.......some are happy and some are sad. But, if we don't take the time to appreciate each day... What will the end of our own book say? |