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Topic: To Get it Off My Chest Username   Are you registered? Password   Forgotten your password? Post HTML is off for this forum IkonCode is on for this forum Emoticons are enabled Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Script MT Bold Stencil Verdana Lucida Console -2 -1 1 2 3 4 5 6 White Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen   [quote][b]from CardsForSorrow posted at 11:15 am on Nov. 3, 2001[/b][br][br]I used to look at the world, and see beauty. I believed people were genuinly good, and trusted and loved unconditionally. Then I woke up, reality slapped me on the face, and I was left standing alone and afraid. I began to see the black smears on humanity, those of hatred, of fear, of disregard for fellow man, and of selfishness. Tears flowed like the long promised milk and honey, and the world fell around my shoulders. I felt unable to pick up the pieces on my own. But then it seemed that I wouldn't have to, for an angel had been sent to help me, in the form of the greatest person I could ever ask to know. He helped me to find the sun shining in children's smiles. He showed me the truth in nature, the strength in true friendship, and the beauty in the world, in his world, in my world, in our world. I felt able once again to hold my head up high and face the world, believing again in it, and in myself. How then, was I to know that one day my angel would fly, and leave me to keep the beautiful world alive on my own. Perhaps someone else needed his shining light in their life, but could no one see that I was not yet strong enough to keep smilling without him, that I needed the music of his words, the colour of him mind, and the softness of his heart to stay happy... To my Angel, wherever he may be: [center][b][u]Some Day[/u][/b] [i]Some day, one day, Times’ not so far away We can share the dreams we planned Some day I know you feel discouraged Sometimes things move very slowly And I know that you feel like movin’ Feel like goin’ feel like doin’ But, people say you’re a dreamer What do they know of what you’re thinkin’ If you believe in what you’re doin’ Then believe in what I say Hey there, look in the mirror Tell me what do you see before you I see someone to be proud of And some day Some day, some day[/i][/center]                                                                   [size=1]-- Paul Simon[/size] [/quote] Post Options Do you wish to add your signature? Do you want email notification of replies? Do you wish to enable emoticons in this post? Do you wish to preview before posting? Yes   No

Thread Review for To Get it Off My Chest (newest post first) Amor Fati Posted on 2:20 pm on Nov. 8, 2001 I've tried so hard, and got so far, But in the end, it doesn't even matter....   Glacialis Posted on 3:27 pm on Nov. 3, 2001 Yeah, this world has lots of crap, but I'd say, in the end,  the good things outweigh the bad.   CardsForSorrow Posted on 11:15 am on Nov. 3, 2001 I used to look at the world, and see beauty. I believed people were genuinly good, and trusted and loved unconditionally. Then I woke up, reality slapped me on the face, and I was left standing alone and afraid. I began to see the black smears on humanity, those of hatred, of fear, of disregard for fellow man, and of selfishness. Tears flowed like the long promised milk and honey, and the world fell around my shoulders. I felt unable to pick up the pieces on my own. But then it seemed that I wouldn't have to, for an angel had been sent to help me, in the form of the greatest person I could ever ask to know. He helped me to find the sun shining in children's smiles. He showed me the truth in nature, the strength in true friendship, and the beauty in the world, in his world, in my world, in our world. I felt able once again to hold my head up high and face the world, believing again in it, and in myself. How then, was I to know that one day my angel would fly, and leave me to keep the beautiful world alive on my own. Perhaps someone else needed his shining light in their life, but could no one see that I was not yet strong enough to keep smilling without him, that I needed the music of his words, the colour of him mind, and the softness of his heart to stay happy... To my Angel, wherever he may be: Some Day Some day, one day, Times’ not so far away We can share the dreams we planned Some day I know you feel discouraged Sometimes things move very slowly And I know that you feel like movin’ Feel like goin’ feel like doin’ But, people say you’re a dreamer What do they know of what you’re thinkin’ If you believe in what you’re doin’ Then believe in what I say Hey there, look in the mirror Tell me what do you see before you I see someone to be proud of And some day Some day, some day                                                                   -- Paul Simon

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