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Pheobe Myers Pheobe Myers
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After a while i learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.  I learn how hurt i teuly am. How much i try to hide it and how much it hurts me. And I learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company isn't security.  An I begin to learn that kisses aren't in fact contracts just a petti moment. Presents are not promises. And I begin to accept my defeats with my head held high and my eyes wide open, with the grace of a woman and not the grief of a child. I have learned to build my roads on today because tomorow's ground is to uncertain for my plans. Futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while I learned that even sunshine burns if I get to much. So I plant my own garden and decorate my own soul because I wont sit there waiting for someone to bring me flowers. And I learn that I really can endure. That I really am strong. And I really do have worth. And I learn and learn.... and I learn with every goodbye I learn. So can you.

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