I traced my veins with my pen. They scare me. I didn't wnat to have to see them, to be tempted by them. They scare me. They're now mocking me. All the way up my arm, my palm, my fingers, the back of my hand and fingers, the sides. They scare me.
Vickey
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Viens .... to scare or to enlighten. ... they keep you connected.... one leg to another.... like superhyways they work for you .... supply route to your brain.... support system for that great, grey mass of neurons firing and wiring ... viens ... delivering for you... beating to the rhythm of life... wonderous wormy transports... keeping the lines of communication open. Viens ... embrace the wonder that is you.
thinking of you ... and all the parts that make you the marvelous, talented, extaordnary person you are. Aurevoir .... Toodles
You are a beautiful, intelligent, loving, talented girl. Keep it up. You are an inspiration to others and definitely wise beyond your very young years. Thank-you.
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