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Post by anirbas on Apr 24, 2009 22:09:55 GMT -6
broken isn't dead...it's repairable...
crumbled isn't bad...dirt is crumbled... and from it good things grow...
crying means you feel... means you dare to care...
giving up? just the beginning of starting over...
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Post by pegesus on Aug 12, 2009 18:48:34 GMT -6
i like the way your mind is working, it shows that no stone is left unturned. if people dont think and analyze life around them they become stagnated, they dont go anywhere nor do they advance in life. one sometimes has to use the gray cells to advance his knowledge and his surroundings. looking into the spaces of your words i see that is exactly what you are doing. peg
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Post by anirbas on Sept 5, 2009 17:33:34 GMT -6
thanks for your read and comments, as always, ME!
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Post by sergosa on Sept 6, 2009 8:51:39 GMT -6
Hi, Sabrina! I really like this poem! It's such a lively one! You see positive sides of negative events! Thanks. Sergosa.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 8, 2009 14:06:43 GMT -6
thank you for your read and comments, Serg! I believe every negative has a positive side if one but looks for it...
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