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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Solid ground

The past can't hurt me anymore. Turn it around. Nothing can destroy me today. Not lost at melancholy sea but uptempo verve..healthy doses of serotonin from life's experiences. One can cry through happiness. Each tear carries her name. Purity of connection. Share my dreams with her. Digging deep into hidden recesses. Won't die wondering. Do things different. Become what you were born to be. Lone progenitors. Sacred becomes solid.

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