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This is my tout ensemble of photos, stories and poems. ©
This is my tout ensemble of photos, stories and poems. ©
9 comments:
I don't..
How sad...besides I don't believe you.
You say such things because your hurt.
I don't either, it ain't you.
I took the picture of children having fun as the meaning...I don't remember having fun as a child..Neither did my brother and sister...
For me, it was the best of times and the worst... today is no different.
The colour in the photo grabbed my eye, the subjects, my heart.
Even on my darkest days, there was always a ray of sun, even if it was only in my mind and the friends that lived within it.
Only ray of sun we had was, wondering how far we would get if we ran away or, will mom come home this week and how much money will she give us if she does.. But then any ray we might have had was squelched when the three of us were separated for so many years...
No...I remember NO fun as a kid..I suppose that's why I like to have fun now..
You have made up tenfold the fun that you didn't have in your childhood years. You have blossomed into a beautiful, compassionate, fun loving person and that makes you very special, Granny. I'm proud of you
I can see how that could make you mad, angery, pissed. What good does it do? Hurting others doesn't help doesn't it? Disapointment is a big hole, of course it's safe in there. So see, you can't hurt me, I'm already dead to some things.
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