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Monday, August 31, 2009

Hearts….

“What about my heart? What about how I feel?
“What about it?”
Life hurts sometimes. It makes you want to tear your insides out or crawl into a corner. You want to find respite. You want your friends to be there for you when you need them. You want to know that people that you care about care about you too.

If you’re all alone. You’re all alone.

Or maybe your friends are there for you when you need them. Maybe you’re not all by yourself. Some of us are lucky; we don’t always have to help ourselves. Some of us are even luckier; we’ve convinced ourselves we don’t need any help. But some of us, well we’re just down right lonely and aware of it.

I don’t know where you find yourself. Some of us are looking to find ourselves, whatever that means.

So in case you are not sure please remember that when you are really down and feel like you need a hand, there are two attached to your shoulders.

With all my love,
SWRCENTH


Ps: SWRCENTH: Someone who really cares enough not to help.

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