Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Heart We Share






















Every time they cut you, I bleed.

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  2. I fear to die for my death could make you cry.

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  3. what's yours is mine what's mine is yours

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  4. Indeed, I do. And I hate myself for it.

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  5. absolutely beautiful! your words really give a special touch.

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  6. i swear it's like you wrote this with me in mind.

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  7. this is like a beacon towards home for the lost. validation for the weary and big, but heavy, hearted.

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  8. Where was this picture taken???

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  9. Where was this picture taken??

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  10. who are they and why would they cut you ?

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  11. So beautiful it makes my heart ache.

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  12. People cut others, hoping to heal themselves.

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  13. It works the same even if it's you who's doing the cutting.

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  14. every time your smile fades in disappointment, it's just as well...i feel like every time you lose that smile, i die a little inside as well...

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  15. you are a really good writer. I applaud your works. Thanks for revealing it to the world.

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  16. & when you bleed, the static in your veins crackles in my ears.

    [It's beautiful, this electricity.]

    [I only wish lightning didn't start forest fires.]

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  17. this reminds me of the 14 year old girl who's final school speech was about cutting.

    "if you bleed, I will cut."

    my son's speech was him coming out.
    If any one had cut into him for speaking his truth, I would have wanted to make them bleed.

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  18. I feel this for my sister... are you listening ella?

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  19. Love your blog ;)

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  20. I wish I shared a heart with someone.. I don't. Probably never will. It's to scary.

    But you make it seem beautiful.

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  21. --You have such amazing blogs. :)

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  22. Do not bleed for me, my brother. I did not know my suffering would effect you, in this way. Though that is why each time you feel that sadness it is me that, cries. Soon my brother, I am here, let us stop the bleeding, let me now dry my tears.

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  23. Then you must need a tourniquet.

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