...of vicodin...no not even vicodin, its generic. I'll probably delete this post when I'm coherent and not in pain. It probably won't make sense any more then.
Remember...
I sing because you're memorable.
I dance because you're joyful.
I sleep because you're active there.
I listen because you have treasures buried.
I cry because you're compassionate.
I deteriorate...
I deteriorate because you have better to offer in exchange for what I have now.
I believe because you are changeless.
I love because you first loved me.
...Remember.
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hey scott and deb- i met god's poem writer on the street, didn't know about the red pen. he said he wrote poems for God, i said ok, send them to me. got the 24 page packet, handwritten a few days later. i am reading them a page a week. we'll see where he goes
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