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hope.
"I need you to trust me."
Hearing something else besides the words. Feeling them press in, the meaning behind them.
Exchanging things that don't take up space. Ethereal. Moving through it slowly, seeing light.
The light is touchable, I can handle it.
Jigsaw. I find the past piece, it fits into the present. That piece I put way over there because I didn't know where it went. That peace that's been there all along. I don't recognize myself whole. I will learn me. I have to teach others.
There are rocks just beneath the surface of the waters here. I use them to cross over. It's just where I belong.
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Posted by BrokenBeautifully on 2008-03-19 13:52:03 | Rating: n/a | Views: 67
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