Friday, November 9, 2007
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
reminds me of hansel and gretel. will i ever find my way home?
i know it may sound strange but i feel as if i have never truely bee home...i feel as if its out there.....and you have no idea how excited i am to finally get the chance to find it.
but I know they wont understand.
I love this one. I believe that burning bridges too soon is not a good choice. But, often times I wonder if I chose not to burn it and get tempted to cross it again (and again), will it be the one to burn me instead...
now it's too late - my home is you
Home. Remember your way.
This picture means nothing to me. I know my way home and you know where to find me.
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