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Lifes Crap

The endless search for the upword goal to achieve the one to make the broken be wholei take each step in anticipated failure but ever longing for the success i call this friend hopelet it shine ever brighter as i go on cleaning out my cupboard space, dispossing of all lifes anchorsthis one i remember only by emotion, it tells me of shame of isolation and of fear, begon spread thy ugly wings and fly away,YOU are no longer welcome hereI know this one too, i understand which makes me new, cutting out this crap maybe harder than first thought roll up the sleaves PHEEEW!!!AAAAgh clean cupboards are organised they saprkle leaving room for more to come but i am aware of the constant threat, the junk that creeps itself back in, be me sometimes vaguei shall find you and deal with you straight, i am not she i am not silent i am not alone i I will continue my plight sometimes with anticipated SUCCESSBy Deeanne **

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Feb 26, 2010
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