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[aid] => mick
[title] => What Could Have Been
[time] => 2005-05-21 15:32:13
[hometext] => A young lady I pastor was the victim of attempted murder by her new spouse just this week.
[bodytext] => Curled up here with a cup of tea can't keep the cold out of my soul. A dark sad cloud lays down on me since you lost your self control. Was it the look of evil in your eye, the sound of rage, my fear? Was it the loss of time we've had or the silence I now hear? Every dream is smashed there on the floor, every hope and fantasy. All my pride, the honor that I felt when you walked the isle with me. Now it's gone like daylight from my heart, a love that caught a passing wind. And the tears will stay here for a while, while I grieve for what could have been. Just forgiving-not the key, or the healing of my soul. It's a burden that's on you, it's called having self control. Gary VanLandingham [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 75 [informant] => gvlham [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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