2.21.2010
I see Your hands, not white and manicured, but scarred and scratched and competent, reach out - not always to remove the weight I carry, but to shift its balance, ease it, make it bearable. Lord, if this is where You want me, I'm content. No, not quite true; I wish it were. All I can say, in honesty, is this: "If this is where I'm meant to be, I'll stay. And try. Just let me feel Your hands." - Eddie Askew
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2.14.2010
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison and the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up every once in a while and admit the truth that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me. - My So-Called Life
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