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I have this cousin named Misty. She is married to a man that is very unkind to her children. She won't believe any of her family that this man is a detriment to her children. I really don't like her.
Today is the birthday of someone that I will always love. I can't help but be completely devastated that I'm not celebrating with them. But destruction is that closed door that will lead me to that open window, so I can't be sad.
Well, all I can say about force, is that's it similar to power which is a very fragile thing. Whether we're talking about personal relationships or global policing, is it really better to be feared than loved?
I got an umbrella as a gift once. I thought it was the most practical gift I'd ever gotten. Not only will it keep me dry, but it can be used as a weapon or a walking cane. I love that umbrella.
Soft. I guess that's really all there is to say about silk. It's soft. But not practical at all. I guess that's why I prefer cotton.
I suppose when I think about the word sinking I just think about one person. It doesn't matter what his name is, but whenever I think about this person, I immediately start sinking. I sink back into the feelings that I'm not good enough and I never will be. I hate that feeling.
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