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Name: Tina
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Conway
Birthday: 8/24/1914
Gender: Female
Interests: coffee, internationals, AIDS epedemic relief, OT, coffee, kids, India, African countries, 10/40, coffee, friends, quality time, my bike, hiking, and HGM
Expertise: friend and learner
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Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
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Member Since:
5/26/2005
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| as a bug to a light...am i to my folly... desperatly darting toward a light--convinced its the son.... i'm mangled...and death it bids me not...only touture til fatigue..then more torture. | | |
| analyze this...if someone tells me i can't do it, then i'll simply agree...but if someone says there's only one way, i'm determined to find another. -me | | |
| 4 years ago, todaya new heart in an old chest. anticipation...false hope, possibly. or maybe just a slow release... 5 hours of surgery and a new man was to arise. nontheless, he deserves to be remebered... | | |
| she was only five, but here eyes were full of age. she knew what was going on. the weight of her mother's unjust glory was heavy on her tiny shoulders. her head sank low as her mother loudly demanded another. my eyes met hers for a small second...with mine i offered hope; but in exasperation, hers could barely whisper.... "help". her mother was drowning her...and i was watching. spill after spill and outburst after outburst. the little girl maintained. she picked up the napkins and wiped the table. i mourned for her future...the unjust, yet learned role of enabler.. the firstborn of an abuser...forever enslaved...confused by "love"..... | | |
| looking back, there is one profound thing that i have learned from my childhood... that is: knowing where i was welcomed and where i was not... then the difference was bliss, now it is concrete. i be damned if i spend my life living in oblivion...even if it means desolation. at least there, i have the chance for inclusion. so it is, just like you said it would be. | | |
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