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Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
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Wednesday, Dec. 13, 2006 - 9:53 a.m.

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All I want for Christmas

sometimes I have great get up and go to do things.

But then it peters out.

And I just want to go to sleep.

Why is this my life.

It is not bad.

It is not good.

Why is it so hard to get the things that I want.

Life didn't mean for me to have them.

Someone to love, who loves me. (who is not crazy or fucked up or fucks me around.hah)

A family. (in my daily life)

Friends who live close.

A doggy.

Some satisfying work.

These are not fancy crazy things.

Really not.

But it seems that so many people also lack them.
Lots of neighbor couples breaking up lately.
Lots of people moving.
Good breeders apparently don't want to sell dogs to people in the city.
I wish it would stop raining and snow instead.
I used to just think weather was weather.
Now it all feels like the end of the world.
When I see rain instead of snow, I think of polar bears drowning as there are not enough ice floes left.

I've got to get my day started, before I give in to going back to bed.

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sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
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