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Running
Contributed by
FindingMyself
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Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 11:22:05 PM in AEST
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Lost with question...
Feeling so out of place!
Not knowing if coming home for that short time was the best thing.
She came home in pain but she held everything in and sucked up all of the overwhelming issues and started working 4 days later.
Her mind ran all day every no matter the time.
She was so outside of her body,she felt as if it wasn't hers.
All she did was keep running circles around her body.
She has lost her sanity.
Trying to help the one she loves any way she can.
But she felt like it wasn't enough.
Now her time has come to an end!
She felt like she did nothing
Ano now she is leaving...she feels like she shouldn't go back to school!
She wants to stay wither her mother and help her but she can't.
For now she is trying to find her sanity and trying to stop her from running circles around her body!
Still running...
All I want is to stop and find peace!
I'm so sorry mommy I LOVE YOU!
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Re: Running
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 11:49:01 PM AEST
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WWII wow WWI wow no war wow
moms wow, stop full stop, peace of
all great really goodness
all over in actions speaking louder than
This is really beautiful and illustrates
beyond mentioning Love,
I think you may have just let it all come out
whatever Love is, more than enough when witnessed... never enough, running
sorry for your great loss.
There is nothing like that kind of loss
It sticks always, its never lost.
When I had a few moments with my own mother after she was gone, I kissed her forehead, I never could contemplate all she did for me alone, the last of all them kids she raised, as if I was the only one.
Oh how did she know me so well..
Ever so kind to me with all those bills to pay
and worry, oh all the worry never
Well, she would express like any human would, I think just to show me
what I was
Lovely poem, sorry I got so deep here...
bless you and your mom.
Peace! |
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