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I have to say I am very pleased with all the positive ratings I have had on my profile. its at 9.901 I have never gotten a perfect ten on it though. Five years and never has it ever been this high.. so for all of you that's rated me , added me, stalked me, bit me, and added my journal, over the years......





Id like to say THANK YOU!!! its greatly appreciated



Love, Always



Ladyofdragorose



AKA Cindy....:)

My therapist wants me to start keeping a journal. I said well, I usually write here on V R. so I told him I would try. but i couldn't promise anything. Sometimes I write and sometimes I don't. I will spend a few nights writing poetry or a short story and I usually end up deleting it. I have said it before, I am my own worst enemy . never thinking while it sounds weird to me, other people might like it. I guess he wants to see how my mind works..





good luck with that dude.

This sums everything up perfectly. :)

Its not that I don't like people. It's human nature to dislike a person. I like to think I can get along with anyone. I have a few rules about friends. You don't lie to me, steal from me or hurt my kids, then we can get along just fine. The people I hate the most are those that lie straight to your face, thing is you know for a fact that they are lying.





And when you call them out on it, they still want to lie. Like that's gonna make everything o k? well, it doesn't.



She just pissed me off royally. And I made it clear what goes around comes around. You steal from me, things are gonna get a lot harder for you.



you have fooled with the wrong witch.



Try me and find out.

The thunder rolls as I sit by my window. I watch the skies turn from day into night within the blinking of an eye. Lighting strikes mar the purple cloud cover that hangs over the city. It's dark, it's gloomy. No other word fits. Shades of gray from light to dark are highlighted with each strike.



I feel the floor shake with each passing burst of power let off by the thunder. I wonder, with the eyes of a child how beautiful a storm can be. The power, the passion. My soul knows no other earthly tie when it storms such as this. I listen to the rain as it calls my name. It asks me to watch, as mother nature commands the sky, to do her bidding.



The ground is awaken from its silent winter sleep, to accept her bounty as rain falls to the dry parched earth. The limbs of the trees rise to meet the rain, grateful for just a drop to fall on its eager leaves.



Once more life is renewed again. The sweet smell of the flowers, blooming as if on cue, their petals, made soft by the dew, smell as sweet as no other perfume could. No other could do justice to the rose.





Copyrighted by Cindy Brehm, Ladyofdragonrose.

April 30th, 2012

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Angelus
01:03 May 05 2012

see? this is why I liked writing with you.

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