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Hydrangea are a wonderful flowering shrub. The blossoms can be very large and come in several colors: Red, Pink, Blue, Purple and White

Those who feel these words, we know how it is to hide them and we just feel like we need to let go. But we can't. So we keep holding on, one finger at a time.

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Absolutely the best poem ever. I made a picture frame with this poem and a…

Broken Chain - We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

I no longer know how to be anybody else. I just know how to be cold.. to keep myself safe I need to stay cold. I am The Ice Queen.... someday I'll get it all back, I will be me again. Safe and sound behind my wall of ice.

I keep so much pain inside myself. I grasp my anger and loneliness and hold it in my chest But I don't know how to let it go. It's really hurt many others that I want in my life.

Silent Tears. Out of the ashes/FB

Silent tears until my son returns to me, the man I know God made him to be.prayers every night for you son, I continue to miss you while you'e "gone".Love ~ Mom ( fan) D♡

I want to see you too. I had a dream last night. To put it simply, there was a long moment where neither of us said anything, but we just mourned for all that had happened. We knew we're couldn't go back. But we stood there and saw each other, and grieved the loss of a beautiful friendship. I think it helped me have closure.

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Erin Hanson. Only few ppl can get close too me

"No one cares to ask how I feel, or see past the mask, if the smile is real.