I love my camp but sometimes, I encroach on the camp of others and I call it a whole lot of everything; care and concern being two of the greatest which most days adds up to a whole lot of problematic and unnecessary heartache. 872 more words
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I know I cannot be your angel.
I do not fly with wings, strong but light and made with feathers. I do not soar above the sky, watching over you, saving you from danger, sending you little reminders that you are loved. 419 more words