At this instant I have thoughts filling my head concerning life issues, but I just cannot put them into words. When a sentence has just begun with letters, the backspace key is tapped...and booom there goes the blank again.
I have just read the last July issue of Readers’ Digest about a lady who lost both her legs in a suicide bomb attack in London. About how strong she hanged on to life at the instant when everything went dark until she started her ‘life 2’ she called it. There were 2 voices in her head when the incident happened, one asking her to just let go, the other asked her to stay and hang on. It was the latter that she listened to, which made her today. You see, it is not the completed puzzle that we are talking about; it is how we fix the small pieces together as one.
I cannot make myself any fuller. The love given and the love taken, there is no use to measure them. How can one makes one feels more appreciated?
4 comments:
:) beli surat khabar lama van going outside.. appreciating pingu lol :P
blehhh!!! noty
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Hola damas y caballeros.
¿Quiere atender a sus problemas financieros de todo tipo? Soy un prestamista internacional conocido por mis actos de ayuda a la empresa.
Tengo la ambición de ayudar a todas las personas en dificultades financieras.
Por favor en contacto conmigo por correo electrónico para obtener más información.
social, mi compromiso.
Correo electrónico: clausetafilon@gmail.com
Atentamente.
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