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TEARS ON MY PILLOW ** #630580 Not An Image ** I can't remember the last time my pillow was wet with tears. I've been keeping the hurts inside, for - oh, so many years. I've come close a time or two, but when I lay down my head, I am so tired that I only go to sleep, it's remembering I dread. It may have something to do with getting old when you accept all the things that happened that I would just as soon - forget. It may just be that the hurt's too deep and the tears don't flow; whatever it is, I haven't cried a lot, but they will come, I know. I have tried to forgive the past, it was way too hard to change. I have tried to understand it all and my life was rearranged. I gave the burdens to God and found that I could still go on, now when morning comes around, I wake up with a song. Now I have to admit life does get me down some of the time, and there are days when the sky is black, which is fine... as long as I know "This too shall pass", I won't shed a tear for a dry pillow is better to sleep on, year after year. So - don't give up and don't give in - Dry your tears and smile again. Countrymom 1/11/08
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