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dafremen I don't care who you are. I don't care what you've done. You ain't got shit on my friends.

When the pain was so thick that it poured from my soul like a severed artery, it wasn't YOU who held my head in your lap and sopped up the hurt with compassion.

When my screams echoed so loudly through the halls of blather that the very rafters trembled, what did you have to say, other than "shut up and sit down" you shallow, petty, self-absorbed piece of genetic crap floating on the surface of the cesspool that is modern human society?

But my friends? You couldn't even FATHOM how much more human they are than you. You couldn't come close to having the slightest shrew's fart of an inkling of how deep the human heart can reach until you've been attended to by MY friends.

Humans all. Souls tortured by YOU and your innane materialistic pseudoworld, that have not lost their grip on reality. Spirits who have NOT lost their hold on that which makes them truly worth knowing and loving. That which makes them humans. That which makes them the purest, most cherished treasures that the human race is capable of producing. That which allows them into the space that I reserve for the very few.

That which makes them best friends of mine.

Aimee, stalwart defender, builder of hope, truest and bluest of feline friends. Thank you.

do0d, cloth which soaks up my tears, strings that pull up on the corners of my mouth, shoulder to lean on. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Ten thousand times a day thank you. Ten thousand days, ten thousand years...I will always love you.

Cuz these punks will NEVER have anything on you. Ever. 		050904
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Arwyn daf... I know you're just saying thanks, but you made nicole sound like a wet blanket... granted... I got a cheap giggle at it, but yeah.. lol

Thank you for the kindness. 		050904
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daf Well occasionally she can be. But she's been providing me with quite a nice emotional blanket, as have you. Dry and comfy, familiar and trusted. I needed a place to go where I could think about something else, or cry or scream or whine as required when the blues creep back into my mind. (They obviously never leave my heart.)

Not much more a broken-hearted waif like yours could ask for. Again, ladies, my deepest gratitude, and my undying love. 		050904
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daf There is a very special friend of mine

Who gives until she can give no more...
and then she gives some more

There is a friend of mine, who just wants everything to be perfect for her friends

There is a friend of mine who takes her role as partner very seriously

There is a friend of mine who takes her role as friend very seriously

There is a friend of mine who takes her role as mother very seriously

There is a friend of mine who can tell a joke and make it funny

There is a friend of mine who will laugh and light up a room...

There is a friend of mine who is hurting

There is a friend of mine who is crying

There is a friend of mine who is bleeding

There is a friend of mine who is so in need of human contact..real..tender..compassionate

There is a friend of mine who I will now cry for.

There is a tear in my eye that satisfies me

There is a tear on my cheek that feels warm, and human

There is a lump in my throat that brings me closer to God

There is a pain in my heart that rises above the animal in me and gives me faith in myself again

There is a friends heart that I have replaced my own with..and it feels right

Feels as though I am at last fulfilling my purpose.

The thorn that protects the roses.

Thank you my friend, for this chance to be human.

Thank you for this chance to ennoble myself.

Thank you for this opportunity to step closer to the Divine in me.

Thank you for sharing your pain with me
truly I am honored and humbled....that you would give me this opportunity, when your preference is to keep it to yourself

Thank you

(in tears) 		050905
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