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All of my secrets and scars and wishes and dreams can live together in this one body without shame, without blame, and without fear. I am all loved, all accepted, and all in service to God. In his eyes, regardless of what I did or didn__ do today, I am loved. I am His, so I am enough.

Loved life is full of suspence,adventures where excitement dance

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored _ but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.Anonymous.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

God created everyone to love and to be loved; If you will not take care of people, just leave them as they came...DON'T SCRATCH THEM with your actions.

Love is everything we can have because God is everything we have. God is love.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewish carpenter so He could shed His blood, suffer, and die for the forgiveness of our sins.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you__e got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love...

Don__ you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don__ need it?

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

I__ love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable _

I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end.

Fell in love first,Fell in love quickly__ike I was pushed.Fell in love next,Fell in love slowly__ike I was strolling.Falling in love now And feeling crazy.Thinking of closing my eyesAnd jumping.

When our caregivers are unavailable, most of time it has nothing to do with LOVE for the child, however, the child cannot possibly know this. The child winds up believing that the unavailable parent is not available due to some defect within the child. We believe that if we were __nough_ the parent would CHOOSE to be available.