Monday, June 22, 2009

Sometimes I really hate being vulnerable. I can feel the tears forming at the back of my eyes and long to share what is on my heart. But then, I reason that no one would really care. I wish I had a muse. I wish I was really gifted at poetry or song writing so that I could be vulnerable without actually having to tell anyone.
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  1. HeatherJune 22, 2009 at 7:44 AM

    Megan, I'm loving all of this, all of your relfections, particularly regarding your wrestling with God, self, and the soul. I hope we can talk sometime soon! You are the BEST.
    Hb

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  2. amy elizabethJune 22, 2009 at 9:37 AM

    i want to hear you.
    i also want to see your face.

    why are you 157 billion miles away?

    love.

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