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I haven't really been posting on Gaia for a few days, and may no post for a few more days yet; even weeks.
My mother died this week, from a stroke. She was in a coma from her first stroke, then she had another stroke
I've been worried about Steve, and his sister's death - and now this s**t happens.
It's a lot for me to handle and I'm having a hard time taking it. A really hard time. And I haven't been myself, so I've avoided posting anywhere, because right now I doubt I have the brain cells to form a proper sentence.
I'm really sorry, too. I don't mean for you guys to worry about me, and I should have said something. But you understand why I didn't? I didn't want to sound like an emo b***h, because I've been crying a lot - and barely anything I write makes any sense.
But I promise I'll be back to annoy and entertain you, guys.
I will occasionally check my PM's, however; so feel free to bother me on those if something is up.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).
Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the ground with so many tears).
Between salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.
 Angel Rosiel · Thu Oct 19, 2006 @ 10:00pm · 2 Comments |
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