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I knew that if something was important to you, you had to hold on |
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One morning, I gathered up the best of my rocks, put them in a bucket, and carried them down to the dock to show my friend.
He wanted a rock.
I didn't want to give it to him.
He pushed me, bucket and all, off the dock.
I wouldn't let go of my rocks, even though the weight of them pulled me down.
The light at the surface slowly drifted away.
When my friend's father pulled me out, I still had my arms wrapped around the bucket.
I knew that if something was important to you, you had to hold on.
̷ ̶ Ϳ ֱ,
, ̵ Ȱ ִ .... ^^;;
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2010 05 13 20:17:39 |
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