You can sit there thinking about it for the rest of your life. That's death.
Or, you can get up and do it. That's life.
Tuesday, November 20, 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.
I've been reading these for days and days now. Going further and further in past posts. I think you're very aware what each word you write is capable of. I believe I speak for many many people: thank you for all of this. SERIOUSLY, thank you.
I get a lot of compliments about the project but trust me that I read and sincerely appreciate every single one.
It's an absolute pleasure, thank you for reading. Seriously <3
And don't forget that one person who says his opinion counts for ten others who think the same but don't dare to say anything. It's often like that. :) So just count to how many people your words are beautiful and important...
i like this....:)
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