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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
I wish, my imperfections aside, you'll come to love and understand me. But then again, it must be difficult for you because I just don't share enough- I just don't dare to. Thinking I will never be as sensible and rational as her, or as simple and as sweet a talker as the other. I wish you could really read me and see that I'm like everyone else you've come to love. But how can you, when I refuse to be an open book with you, when I refuse to let you see how I'm really, really struggling? I still love you anyhow. Between a parent and a child we don't always need understanding (because how can it be totally attained, all the time?) but more of a response in the form of appreciation, respect and love. I'll just enjoy the ups and let go of the downs.  "Dreams are wishes our hearts make when we're asleep." Haha, that explains the nostalgic slumber-rides when we were living separate lives. One day, all I'll have is that smile in my rear mirror and I could not ask for more. TonFlyingHigh!9:36 PM *** |
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