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| industrial, libyan, sumerian, charlie croker, and letters, richard bright, derek, bad, don cheadle, adrenalin, jarule real name, john terry, | -Bette Midler (idea) by lillianvalencia (1.1 mon) (print) ? 4 C!sSun Nov 12 2000 at 3:33:39 My mother... I was freshly 13, a frizzy-haired, metal-mouthed girl, new to life myself-- one ends, one begins. My pamie summers revolved around camp and boys... youthful excitement, bright experiences. No fear in sight... Erin and I sit at a table, joking, laughing, killing time before the night activity begins... A tapping on my pamie shoulder distracts me from my string of "dead baby" jokes, and turning, I find the camp director standing pamie behind me. "Sweetie, your father is on the phone, it's urgent. You can take it in the kitchen." My father? If anything was wrong, my mother would be the first to call me... unless... Unless something was wrong with HER. I shake the thought out of my head, telling myself that it's probably something very minor. Once in the kitchen, on the phone, my father lets me have it. "Tiffany, your mother is in the hospital. I'm coming to get you tomorrow. |
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| From time to time I lie awake wishing she knew the woman I have become. In the dark of those nights I find myself singing for her again. The Rose Some industrial say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need. I say love, it is industrial a flower, and you it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes industrial the chance It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose. |
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