tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912142.post4837871521927802373..comments2023-08-01T10:39:24.429-05:00Comments on thoughts of a sinner been saved: Pain Valleytyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294779682787212902noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912142.post-19926111583204998912007-11-10T15:28:00.000-06:002007-11-10T15:28:00.000-06:00oh ty, this saddens me so and yet i understand, be...oh ty, this saddens me so and yet i understand, because i often feel the exact same way. we were always able to relate on levels like this, that is for sure.<BR/><BR/>the innocence OF innocence, its appealing.<BR/><BR/>keep wandering my friend, because when moving backwards is out of the question, then one must move forward. Stagnancy is the living dead. You have life Ty...so reject the allure to stop for thought that the pain might ease, and run forward instead. Usually one can run through a side cramp and feel better after a while. Stopping just makes the whole event even more painful, and trying to have never started...well, that is not a possibility.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912142.post-83136607303711479472007-11-09T10:43:00.000-06:002007-11-09T10:43:00.000-06:00We are not alone. And yet we are alone. So very ...We are not alone. And yet we are alone. So very alone. <BR/><BR/>I don't understand what I'm getting at either... I don't really share the same attachment to my childhood as you do though.The Burdmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11493000389790087209noreply@blogger.com