You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting crows.
But anyone could be someone if only you looked a little closer.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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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 hope you don't mind that I try to make the people around me realise how great they are, because they are only because they are, because you made me realise how beautiful I was on the inside only because I was...
I hope you realize that you are inspiration beyond hope, for me, and hopefully for them, and that your help is perhaps the only push needed to make the world better, should it only be by a slight push in the right direction.
This is good because I found it.
This is good because I spread the word about it.
This is good because it is how it made me feel.
This is good because of how you wrote it, and how I needed to find it.
Thank you for everything. I hope someone else than me will find it, because I learned that if I could find hope in it, others would also come and drink from this oasis in the desert.
You are a pat on the back. You are a welcoming smile.
You are at least as great as you told me I was.
Thank you for being me, and for being you, as well.
Thank you my friend, you are an inspiration to me.
One in thousands. "The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well" - one of my favourite quotes... :)
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