Heart of the matter

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Sometimes the heart needs to cry, wants to cry, but there’s simply no place to cry. Sometimes irritability, silence, avoidance, distress, heartache, and exhaustion are the only places the heart can find, but none of these are the comfort it needs to shed a tear.

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  1. NicholasJune 13, 2010 at 3:47 AM

    hmmm... not sure what to say about that, but I'm back in America now and I thought I'd let you know.

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  2. Elliot LaPlanteJune 13, 2010 at 6:44 PM

    Tina You are a strong beautiful girl and I believe in you and am praying with you and for you. YOU have a pupose for being where you are and there is lots in your heart. Keep holding on and I will come see you as sooon as possible!! call me XOXO I love you and MISS you SO Much!

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  3. vercccccccccccioJune 13, 2010 at 9:55 PM

    is this a quote from something?

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  4. janetJune 15, 2010 at 12:10 PM

    Maybe just crawling into someone's arms will allow all the other emotions to fall away, and the heart will feel free to cry. ???
    Praying for you at camp...hope it is going well!!

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  5. TinaJune 17, 2010 at 6:52 PM

    It would be a quote from Tina : )

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