There’s a big dent on my car. So big, and yet nobody notices it. The last few weeks I have been debating whether to just sell the car, get a brand-spanking new one, or take it to the best repairman I know, spend as much as I need to… to make it look like what it used to. You know the saying? “If you look good, you feel good.” You do whatever you have to do to make you feel good because you actually do something about it.
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And there is a huge hole on my favorite dress. So huge, and yet I have to point it out before anyone takes notice of it. I haven’t done anything about the hole as I am still thinking whether to get a new one made up exactly like it, or to get it fixed by a professional tailor. I know one brilliant designer who would do wonders. But he would cost me 5 if not 15 new dresses just to get the hole patched, mended, and concealed! I don’t know. I keep looking and staring at the hole these days. I think it’s getting bigger.
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If choices in life were that simple, I would be just happy to press that RESET button and go back to June 8th, 1998 and say “No” to Be’s big hug, late tea at The Melting Pot and that one-week fling of my life. If.
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God bless my soul, for I cannot keep on killing one lamb just to save another… and another, and another.
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Or can I?
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This is great info to know.
holes can be mended my friend, give it some time..