There are lots of screwed-up people and screwed up situations in this world. And LJ is, of course, a microcosm of this world.
And I leave my heart and home wide open. Always. Because I, personally, wouldn't want to live any other way.
And I get hurt sometimes. Fact of life. But if I didn't keep myself open, I wouldn't meet the good people, either. And one
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mightywombat, for example, is worth suffering through the bullshit of a thousand of the screwed-up people. You guys , everyone on my friends-list, are precious jewels. Which sounds cheesy, but it's True. And I'm the better for knowing you, all of you.
And I leave my heart and home wide open. Always. Because I, personally, wouldn't want to live any other way.
And I get hurt sometimes. Fact of life. But if I didn't keep myself open, I wouldn't meet the good people, either. And one
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Even if I've never met you "IRL", I feel the same way =)
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For reference, the original poem is:
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i wonder where i should add that to my resume... not that i have one.
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