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lou_la_belle
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where to begin my story
of carefully placed lies?
where to start you on the journey
to keep away your prying eyes?
see it started with one thing
and lead to another,
until everything i was doing
became untellable to "mother."
mostly its purely protection,
both for you and me.
sometimes i think of telling you
just to see...
after all,
i can't spend,
my whole life,
never letting you know where the truth ends and the secrets begin...
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luminesence
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even a well-knit sweater....
with definition and shape...
is still a yarn of un-ending twists and turns
itself as lost in it all as anything else really is
you can only say it when you know where the beginning is and where the turns are
the scary part is that all comes out when the yarn becomes completely unraveled.....
perhaps it is best to just wear the sweater... be comfortable and attractive in it..... then the insides get to show....
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kx21
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123...
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Pios Mojaod
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i have already begun, and i am still lost/unable to put it all together
help
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Borealis
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if you want to destroy my sweater
take this thread
and walk
away
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I always find it best to begin at the beginning :)
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phil
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funny how when someone tells a long-kept secret that is similar to yours, suddenly you get the urge to also lift that load off your back. As if in knowing that someone else made that mistake too, it makes it easier on yourself.
thank you kristin. because you had the courage to tell her, i felt like i could suddenly do it too. i didnt tell everything, goodness no, but something. and wow, did that feel right. i dont think i would've ever said anything until we were both like 80 and living in retirement homes...maybe not even then. sigh, and so it starts. i hope this is a good thing...
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mysterious
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I think it was a good thing lou, it needed to be said. Waited way to long holding it in and not telling anyone...
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pete
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there was once a time where the entire world was covered by a great plain. buffalo grass grew even where the buffalos don't go. the highspirits looked down upon the world and were saddened by the lack of dancing and singing and music and, most of all, laughter. they decided to create a tribe of women....
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sameolme
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What caused the first laugh?
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pete
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see: laughter
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Syrope
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first, to decide if i want to start...something about trying to capture the past few days might make them less real
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love & hate
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where to begin to start healing her open wound, if she will let me, nothing will be the same anymore because i will cover that wound, and nurture it, and love every part of her until that is all that she is filled with and the hurt no longer hurts anymore but loves...
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equanimity?
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where to begin to explain what cannot be said? there's so much to hide, yet so much to tell...how? where? when??
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Deomis
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Groping for words
I come out speechless
The start of this
Seems so far away...
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at the end of the rainbow
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