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I will experience ache in ALL forms, love in UNCOUNTABLE ways, and fury too GRAND for our atmosphere. This I know to be certain. I will TRY to understand my blindness - my cataracts of FEAR-ego driven assumptions - are but short form. I will get my hands ***** and TRY to mold what I will later become, only to realize that you can't make sculptures with broken egg shells. In my last moments - I hope - to lie in a perfectly sunken mattress only to be blessed with truth that my life was everything I hoped it would be. You see it is but our DREAMS that make life worth living.
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May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
Life will give me this.
I will experience ache in ALL forms, love in UNCOUNTABLE ways, and fury too GRAND for our atmosphere. This I know to be certain. I will TRY to understand my blindness - my cataracts of FEAR-ego driven assumptions - are but short form. I will get my hands ***** and TRY to mold what I will later become, only to realize that you can't make sculptures with broken egg shells. In my last moments - I hope - to lie in a perfectly sunken mattress only to be blessed with truth that my life was everything I hoped it would be. You see it is but our DREAMS that make life worth living.
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May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
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