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Something that won't be read
12 years ago
My birthday is coming up soon, did you know that? No? Well it is.
June 17, 1993.
20 years. 20 years. And in the past two have I had some strange things happen..... And the worst. But I did have my share of good things in my life, don't get me wrong about that. Two of which I remember, from my not so distant past--though it felt like an eternity**-- of my life, are two individuals that left a big hand-print, paw-print? What have you, they left it. And I can't be thankful enough in meeting them: Mr Collie and Mr Coyote.
One of them, I wish I had back, but I probably will never have the chance to, though I wish him a wonderful life and hope he finds someone how is equally, if not far more, better that I am and will always make him smile, laugh, and glow, like I did. I will never forget who he his, what he did, how talented his is, how smart his is, how annoying he got, or the laughs and joke we brought. Something makes me wish I could just go back... and... relive. But doesn't everyone with their memories?
And the other, who I wish I can have, but probably won't because that's my life. He makes me happy by talking to him; makes my troubles seem to vanish; puts me into a better mood. Something about him that just feels.... right. Something about him that just makes me glow inside and tingle; something that just makes me feel safe, and loved, and happy. Makes me wish I could just go over there and surprise him. How? I'm not sure. But something clever.
But with the good memories there's always the evil bad ones that you just want to let go and hide, and to never be released into the air, for as long as you life. But it does. And that's where good friends should some in... if you have one of those.
20 years, 40 more to go, maybe.... And I always think to myself..... "Was it me?"
June 17, 1993.
20 years. 20 years. And in the past two have I had some strange things happen..... And the worst. But I did have my share of good things in my life, don't get me wrong about that. Two of which I remember, from my not so distant past--though it felt like an eternity**-- of my life, are two individuals that left a big hand-print, paw-print? What have you, they left it. And I can't be thankful enough in meeting them: Mr Collie and Mr Coyote.
One of them, I wish I had back, but I probably will never have the chance to, though I wish him a wonderful life and hope he finds someone how is equally, if not far more, better that I am and will always make him smile, laugh, and glow, like I did. I will never forget who he his, what he did, how talented his is, how smart his is, how annoying he got, or the laughs and joke we brought. Something makes me wish I could just go back... and... relive. But doesn't everyone with their memories?
And the other, who I wish I can have, but probably won't because that's my life. He makes me happy by talking to him; makes my troubles seem to vanish; puts me into a better mood. Something about him that just feels.... right. Something about him that just makes me glow inside and tingle; something that just makes me feel safe, and loved, and happy. Makes me wish I could just go over there and surprise him. How? I'm not sure. But something clever.
But with the good memories there's always the evil bad ones that you just want to let go and hide, and to never be released into the air, for as long as you life. But it does. And that's where good friends should some in... if you have one of those.
20 years, 40 more to go, maybe.... And I always think to myself..... "Was it me?"
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