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  • Steppie
  • August 28, 2018

I'm facing the same situation. It has been 2 months since we broke up. He always asks me how I'm doing. Looks like he still loves me. Yeah, I feel glad he does, but at the same time I'm just mad at the fact that we love each other but have not been together. Why did he give up on me when I put my hope high in our relationship and now he wants to be friends? We've been texting a lot as exes, and I feel weird about it because for me we're not friends. They say that you've matured enough when you can still be friends with your ex. Do you agree?

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  • Heather Petrey
  • August 28, 2018

My daughter's father drugged me and my 5-year-old. He did it again after picking up my daughter. She was trying to come in the room to save me, as she knew he would not be in my room. He tried to convince me I consented, but I was on my period. A year later she was court ordered a visit. An hour before she left I got a call from a girl, screaming and saying he had raped her. We even found out there were more girls. I needed to leave because I am his target. We are now hiding, as he has court and sentencing at 9:30. Please pray he goes to jail on his drug charges. Please pray the police close their murder investigation so he can face rape charges. Thank you for your poem. Our gal has made her report where my baby girl does not have to see him. Keep your heads up, ladies. I've been diagnosed with many anxiety and fear illnesses since then. We are ready for peace.

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  • Sangeetha Thyarla
  • August 28, 2018

This is really a wonderful poem. It reflect what most of us strive for. My heart became light as I realized I need to be happy rather than perfect. Thank you.

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  • Pina Cirillo
  • August 28, 2018

I love this poem. I send blessings to you, Beryl. The words mean so much for me, because I know that we are the sheep and also the shepherd. We need but recall our Spiritual Father, "God," and we will feel the loving warmth of the wonderful embrace of the gifts that we originally all have been created with, from the beginning of time. I, too, have many poems that were written through me through automatic writings. I must also share them so the gifts may spread to all humanity. That way we will grow in unity. Love and peace. Many blessings!

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  • Desiree Cuny
  • August 27, 2018

Hello Carlos. Thank you for sharing your story. l lost my identical twin sister on February 3, 2016. She, too, was murdered by her boyfriend. l have a video of her and me on Christmas day of 2015. l watch and cry and laugh because we always were having so much fun. l really think we are fortunate to have captured them in time forever.

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  • Dontaye Bell Ll
  • August 27, 2018

I love Edgar Albert Guest's poems because they always give me a message that will help me in the real world.

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  • Glorykitua, Tanzania
  • August 27, 2018

I hope as I'm writing this it's not too late. Look, you're not going through this struggle alone. I've been up on my feet trying to blame someone for every responsible thing they ever did to me, but it only got worse. It never eased the pain. It never erased the scars.

Please do not let that take control. If you're religious, then you might know praying will help. No matter how long the reply will take, praying helps. If you're not religious, how 'bout you kneel down, bow to God and pray. Tell him all your struggles and pain you feel, the hatred, the torment, everything, and he'll answer you. Believe me he will, but you gotta believe in him too.

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  • Kylie
  • August 27, 2018

This poem is so wonderfully written and expressed. It reflects so much of my own feelings about losing my grandma, how much I miss her, and how she inspired me. Thank you for sharing.

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  • Arpit
  • August 27, 2018

Oh poor girl, I am really torn into pieces right now by reading all the comments above and below this story. How can men, males, do such horrific, cruel, inhuman sin? I feel so sorry for you that you went through all this. I get goosebumps while reading all the stories here. Even relatives are not pure anymore. I really wish I could do anything for all you girls.

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  • Vickie Pruett
  • August 27, 2018

This touches my heart, because it brings back beautiful memories of all the lighthouses that I have seen in my lifetime. And the heartfelt meaning when you hear the story of the lighthouse. The ocean roars, but the lighthouse stands still with its light shining bright. Thank you. God bless!

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