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Confession .242. Make Your Tragedies A Work Of Art…

Can you medicate a broken heart?
Make your tragedies a work of art
Medicate a broken heart
Build your walls up just to rip them apart
Is this the way to fix this or is this a quick fix?
i really couldn’t say
Can you medicate, medicate, medicate it away?

Confession .242.  Make Your Tragedies A Work Of Art...

i’m going to need some of my favorite female live singers to learn this song ASAP.  Gabbie killed it again… and she brought about a HUGELY relevant topic at the moment to me… so that’s what i’m going to talk about.

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Confession .241. Are We Holding The Promise Yet To Come?

Here we stand at the Genesis
As the world is awakening
A new day will start again
Here we stand at the Genesis…

Confession .241.  Are We Holding The Promise Yet To Come?

As you may or may not be aware, February 1st, 2019 is National Wear Red Day, as a part of the Go Red For Women campaign supported by the American Heart Association.  Heart Disease is the number 1 killer of Women, and today i’m going to talk a little bit about it, and the Go Red For Women Movement.  If this isn’t your thing, then feel free to scroll down to the credits and i’ll see you next time.  ♥

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Confession .240. Cause It’s Hard To Find The Silver Lining In The Bittersweet…

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
i know You’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would You care to answer my question?

Confession .240.  Cause It's Hard To Find The Silver Lining In The Bittersweet...

i don’t really know how to summarize or prepare y’all for what is in this post today.  So… just… yeah.  Sorry.

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Confession .239. The Pointless Conversations With The Old Me…

i wish S/somebody woulda told me
“If you want love, you gon’ have to go through the pain
If you want love, you gon’ have to learn how to change
If you want trust, you gon’ have to give some away…”

Confession .239.  The Pointless Conversations With The Old Me...

i’m obsessed with this hair.  Sorry, not sorry, if Y/you see it more often in my SL and in future posts in various configurations.

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Confession .236. And I Talk In Circles, But At Least I Say What I Mean…

And i may not be a genius
i’m just a girl with some reasons to stay Plain Jane
But i won’t go til You hear me
i’ll make sure not to leave before You know my name…

Confession .236.  And I Talk In Circles, But At Least I Say What I Mean...

“So if i should die tomorrow, i’ll die with all of me (all of me).  And if i give back the time that i’ve borrowed, i’ll know i gave everything (everything).”

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Confession .235. And What About You, Mr. Poetry?

My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
My kind of nights are the ones that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, You won’t ever forget…

Confession .235.  And What About You, Mr. Poetry?

Well… happy freaking new year.  Lol.  Just like i said yesterday on Facebook, you’re not going to get some kind of “new year, new me” post out of me… because honestly, half the time i’m terrible at meeting goals, but to be perfectly frank?  No one can really, truly, drastically change who they are.  You’re given the body, the mind, the heart, the soul you’re given… and you can just work to improve it, to grow, and to learn… but you can’t expect to just be able to change everything.  And certainly not in 365 days.  So no… not ‘new year, new me’… just… new year, improving me.

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