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| After awhile you learn the subtle difference between |
| holding a hand and chaining a soul. |
| And you learn that love doesn't mean possession |
| and company doesn't mean security. |
| And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, |
| and presents aren't promises and you accept your defeats |
| with your head up and your eyes ahead |
| with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. |
| And you learn to build your roads today, |
| Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, |
| And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. |
| And after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns |
| if you get too much. |
| So you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, |
| Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. |
| And you learn that you really can endure, |
| that you really are strong, and you really do have worth, |
| and you learn and learn ... with every goodbye you learn. |
| ~ anon. ~ |
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