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My Dream Journal
A book about my dreams and friends
A book about my dreams and friends
Last Login: 07/24/2015 10:44 am
Registered: 08/24/2006
Gender: Female
Birthday: 07/26/1989
Party all night and sleep all day thats my kind of life.
This is a poem I found. I hope u like it smile
Its called Please Listen
the Auther is Unknown
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advise,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as it may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
and get about this business
of understanding whats behind
this irrational feeling.
And when thats clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand whats behind them.
Perhaps thats why prayer works, sometimes,
for some people-because god is mute,
and he dosen't give advise or try
to fix things.
God just listensand lets you work
it out for yourself
So please listen,and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn-and I will listen to you
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about tired of this small town drama.
anything new?