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Wednesday, August 13, 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.
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3 comments:
Me, you're writing a book, but you should consider postcards with the photos and the words. These things are not only things we long to hear but things we long to say to others. - You
Dear You,
We tried doing postcards on Cafepress.com, unfortunately, as much as the digital age allows us wonderful things like Print On Demand printing, it also pushes the price up. A single pack of postcards cost around $20 or something ridiculous.
As soon as the books out the way, we'll get started on getting cheaper versions of postcards, posters and so on :)
Thank you for reading it, I sincerely appreciate it.
Me
I am trying to change the way you want me to, I am trying to realize how wonderful you tell me I am each night before your arms shield me and together we drift off. I am trying to believe that there is not another person out there exactly like me, and I am trying to be ok knowing what you actually think of me, but I dont know if I can take it anymore. I dont know if somethings are better left unsaid and that is one of them or if you want me to change just so I can be happy so that you will love a stable person instead of the mess i am now. Whatever the case maybe, I want you to know I am trying to change and I am glad I'm worth more than this puddle of mud and dead leaves to someone, especially when that someone is you.
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