And again, ignore my *last* post.
I am nervous. And I do hope everything is okay.
I've done all I can do. I've written a little letter, I've said a little prayer, it's out of my hands now. All I can do is sit back, wait, and shit a few more bricks...
Times like these, I just want my mom.
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because all the darkness in the world can’t put out the light of a single candle. Especially one that *was* bitter, yet is now emitting a sweeter fragrance.
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- Well. I'm not hiding my light under a bushel (oh no, I'm gonna let it shine) but I can't speak for the quality and colour of said light. But, as someone once said, this is MY truth... so it will be as I'VE felt and known and experienced it. Which probably means it differs considerably from the truth you know. Which is probably the whole point.
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yeah... I got lucky... I guess. I think your letter was the difference between the cells and the tag. It was mentioned by the court clerk that the comments of the 'victim' should be considered in this instance as well as the potential impact on the children.
I thank you for that.
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