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by **Clumsy7Thief** » 8/22/2003, 8:26 am

by Clumsy7Thief » 8/22/2003, 8:26 am

by **p0tat0 girl** » 8/23/2003, 1:55 pm

by p0tat0 girl » 8/23/2003, 1:55 pm

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Well, it's mostly you and mostly me and a tired gun that's not empty
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by **xoNoDoubt69** » 1/21/2004, 4:40 pm

by xoNoDoubt69 » 1/21/2004, 4:40 pm

-Melissa

by **trentm32** » 1/21/2004, 4:44 pm

by trentm32 » 1/21/2004, 4:44 pm

"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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