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Actions are the seeds of fate. Deeds grow into destiny. ~Harry S Truman
Actions are the seeds of fate. Deeds grow into destiny. ~Harry S Truman

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It is on the anvil of failure in which our character is tested, molded and strengthen. So when these moments come, we should eagerly look forward to them so we may challenge our innerselves to remove the slag holding our progress back.
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jamming down as the volume goes up
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rocks out to the beat crank up that volume!
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grins as she inserts this to play, cranking up the volume In for a ride!
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If it be it will be baby if its ment to be
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He prostrated before love’s altar and received Silence for his efforts.
He held out the lantern calling in the dark so that his voice would bring her home.
He brought to force everything he had to find her when darkness consumed.
He called on the forces of the Universe to bend to His will just so she would be safe.
He cried, calling out, over and over that his love come back to him.

And I, was forced to watch.
And I, watched as he choose her over me.
And I, watched as his choices brought him low over her.
And I, have come to realize that her sins were brought to my soul and paid for.
And I, have come to understand I had lost before I began.

She won, and destroyed him.
She won, and I stayed away.
She won, and I prayed for her return.
She won, and I bent the Universe for the truth.
She won, and I cursed her very existence.
She won, and I cried for my breaking heart.
She won, and I cried for His pain.
She won, and I cried for wishing her back for his sake.

Oh the depths of my anger rattle me.
Now she wants to mend the heart she tore apart.
All her lies lay like shards of broken glass
And it is she who has stepped barefoot across them.
I hear her cries and they tear at my heart.
Oh, how to mend the broken heart?

All the plaster and patches in the world
Won’t fix the depth that exists in the heart.
All the apologies and begging and pleading
Won’t fill the canyon that exists there.
Everything that can be done won’t heal that heart.
There is nothing to be done.

Hearts are funny creatures.
They break in strange ways.
And they heal in strange ways.
Hearts only heal when they wish too.
Hearts heal from the inside out.

She wants to mend the broken heart?
Turn inward. See the cracks in your own.
Heal those.
I can see she’s bleeding all over creation.
Why else all the lies and games?
Why else all the stories and ride?
Why else all the harm that’s she’s done?
She’s been bleeding for so long
She forgot she had wounds deep too.

The broken heart that needs mending
Is you.
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snorts I bring you today the best today's offering by the youth on Facebook.
Anyone else feels a Mad Libs coming on?
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hehehe There often is more than meets the eye.
A cab driver picked up a nun. She got into the cab, and noticed that the VERY handsome cab driver wouldn’t stop staring at her.
She asked him why he was staring. He replied: “I have a question to ask, but I don’t want to offend you.”
She answered, “My son, you cannot offend me. When you’re as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.”
“Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.”
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that: No. 1, you have to be single, and No. 2, you must be Catholic,” she responded.
The cab driver, very excited, said, “Yes, I’m single and Catholic!”
“OK,” the nun said. “Pull into the next alley.”
The nun fulfilled his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.
But when they got back on the road, the cab driver started crying.
“My dear child,” said the nun, “Why are you crying?”
“Forgive me but I’ve sinned. I lied and I must confess; I’m married and I’m Jewish.”
The nun said, “That’s OK. My name is Kevin and I’m going to a costume party.”
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And then one phrase brings to recall another which led to searching out this song and bringing to you all here.
Thanks Doc for the insperation.
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You're no Dragon! I have proof.
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You are in fact, an Unicorn.

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