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Somehow people always want to blame God for the bad things that happen in life, you know that old arguement "If God is so great and loving why did my house get broke into and we became poor?" to which i reply "Its not Gods fault your dad is a drug dealer and he sold someone a bad batch who them followed him home and ransacked his house."
Forget all the psycho-babel-bullcrap; deep down your heart's love for someone is real. But Never again will I ever allow others to have me think I am somehow codependent. Mourn it, let it go, move on, and be wiser for the next journey...never ever be confused again....
she had rings on her fingers & bells on her shoes and i knew without asking she was into the blues. she wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, i knew right away she was not like other girls... Grateful Dead