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And so the dust has cleared, and I am left to
pick up the pieces, like a child who has just
lost at his favorite game. There is no joy in
defeat, no glory in reparations.
We can always go on. We can always find
something worth living for, even if that
something is only to live. To Live
I once believed that the world was empiricly
divided into black and white. Win or lose, right
Now though, I'm beginning to see that sometimes
we give a little for our take, take a little for
There are times when we throw it all away and
walk off into the sunset, just so that we can
live another day. Just so that we can
Well, I've never been one to lose with a smile.
There may be something to gain from the sorrow,
but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
2/26/2006 3:18 am