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I hate hugs.
No really, I really hate them.
and back rubs too...
[IMG credit: don't touch me]
I'm not recovering from an attack but I feel the same way all the time, "creepy old it doesn't matter if its someone my age or an older person, male or female, I HATE to be touched.
(you can pray for me about this if you like, I do)
maybe its because I can feel the pity and and the CHARITY in the action,
my self doesn't WANT any help, we're fine, thanks, stay away.
and also its because you don't actually care...
thats right, I said it.
for some people touch means nothing but to me its alot.
My body is the only thing thats mine in this world, and I wont share it unless I want to.
on the other hand sometimes I really need a hug from a friend,
so what? I'm a girl, I can be weird ;-)
Salt of the earth and light of my life,
only now fleeing destruction and strife
too late,
you did not love me.
you did not like me.
There is something disgusting about Agape love...
Jesus KNEW each and everyone of us before we were born, so I believe he can love all of us like that.
but you?
You've never gotten on my level.
Never seen things the way I see them, never even tried.
how could you love me?
I wont believe it, I refuse.
Don't touch me.
He has tasted
our every tear
He draws close
when noones near
its He who draws
our every breath
its He who's with us till our death
to Him I'll give my best
you see?
He has put the best in me!
Don't you know that I love you?
Have always?
Will always?
Love burns in me a wildfire
devouring sense and reason.
but to you its more like a bond-fire,
simply warming you in season.
Don't you see how much I love you?
Listen to your every word?
making sure your world is filled
with bright flowers and with birds?
Can't you?
Won't you?
Don't you know how much you hurt me?
with your thoughtless words and deeds?
making joke of all your wisdom,
all your knowledge,
all your creeds?
Don't you see the way I've shown you?
with my death upon the cross,
giving hope to all,
the dying,
the blind,
the lost?
Oh beloved! won't you hear me?!
Calling you all near me,
to love me, now not fear me.
Will you?
Peace is a breeze across a work-worn face
a mothers hand caressing
erasing doubt,
without a trace.
Oh but seat me in a storm
where wind and lightning race,
in a dark sky of anger, not mourning
to reflect my soul
bring to me the tempests rage
swath me in its pain,
lest I should forget my own,
the thunder might revive me.
hammer upon me with you rain,
let it turn to hail
beating out in its great rage
life's purposeless vail
wash away my pomp and splendor
strip bare of all but truth
cast away the vanities,
which serve only to sooth.
let me find no hidden shelter,
no safety from this storm,
rip and tear me-
forsaking nothing
break me in
and leave me, bleeding
make farce all this life's offerings
in an instants lightning strike.
Burn me down,
to serve as warning,
those who forsake truth will die.
bring the full force of your wrath,
I shall not weather such a storm
but to give in,
to surrender,
be destroyed and be reborn.
to embrace it
to become it
Power, Glory, Wrath, and Fear.
to gain all and in that instant
to lose it
