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My blood bleeds red For all those thoughts you left unsaid Well how could you let your guard down And let me impose We’re dying the further this thing goes Well can we go back to where we were before You dropped your heart on my floor Cause it was easiest to hide it all away And never say what we were thinking No you’d never catch me blinking that night ‘Cause I was all of yours So say goodbye to days like these I’ll give it one more try and hope it all seems better in your eyes Well maybe not this time

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Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

Written on: Saturday, August 16, 2008
Time: 1:31 AM

All is pretty well, the grumbling stopped. One part of it that is, theres the other part. I read this article, and a certain part i feel it was a good observation; 'Moms carry their children facing in, protected, while dads tend to carry their kids facing out, ready to take on the world. Combined, a mother and father give their kids everything they need: a secure place to venture from and the confidence to do so.' Agree? Yes, but the problems lies here. To what extent should a mom protect their child, and what happens when instead of performing their role as a dad, they do the opposite, becoming more of a mom? Overly protective and sensitive ain't good, imagine it doubled.

I dug up my collection of old Reader's Digest. The habit of reading them is resurfacing.

Anyways, went for don's birthday party bbq. The place's iffing far, took us more than an hour and a half to get to his condo. Birthday boy and his friends went zouking after bbq ended and the rest of us decided to chill and drink at blue horizon. I backed out thou, my body's calling for rest.

Hitting the sack, now.