Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sometimes it takes everything you have just to keep holding on. Move on. One must keep moving on, no matter how much it takes. It is such an endeavor. When I fail to hold the believe that pull myself together, I feel myself falling down an abyss.
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