Photobucket OUT of the night that covers me,black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be.For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud,Under the bludgeonings of chance.My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears.Looms but the horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years. Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul. Photobucket

Thursday, February 26, 2009

True Frendship

With you, it's all about voiceless communication,always knowing exactly what to say,
but never actually having to say it.When no one seems to be listening,you hear.
When I hurt but don't show it,you know. When I turn away to hide my tears, you see.
When I feel like I can't get through to anyone,you understand.Your eyes glow just for me,and I know you're proud.You flash your magical, healing smile my way,and I know everything will be all right.You know everything there is to know about me.

You know what worries me,what keeps me up at night,and what shames me so badly that I can't share it with anyone.Most importantly, though,none of those things bother you.You've restored my faith in people and proved that there is a thing called true friendship.

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