
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Pressure To The Wounded

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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.
16 comments:
Oh wow.
Having to choose just one post, I'd choose this one. I love the whole project, though.
your blog makes me feel extremely exposed. in a really good way.
i love this
incomparable.
That, was great. Am lost for words.
Good God, you are beautiful.
this made me gasp.
wow. just...wow.
amazing..
i'd try to hold on to your hand...
I don't know why.
I cried.
i go back and read this every once in a while, it gets me every time. write a book, i would love that.
13 January 2009 - I buried my 4 year old boy on this sad day...
I love all your posts, but this one takes the cake. It just covers EVERYTHING, like all humankind and its history of suffering and hope in a few sentences.
Each time I read this I am still in awe.
When the pressures of parents and expectations pull me away from the simple beauty of the world, I come and read your blog;
and it reminds me that I want to be great someday. But not in the picket fence millionaire way, but in the "I changed someones life today" way. You remind of this.
Thanks for that.
Favorite.. by far. There is no comparision. <3
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