When I was young, a psychic told my dad that I "wasn't going to make it." She meant I would kill myself and "wouldn't make it." Back then I was offended by it and insulted and felt bad about it. I was so young. But now I understand her prediction and, as of yet, I wish she had been right.
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Mild Charity's glow, to us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear,
Compassion will melt where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear.
- Lord Byron, "The Tear"
Last edited by Bitsy; 07-21-2008 at 01:39 AM.
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