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    dots Submission Name: Old Souldots
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    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
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    dotsOld Souldots
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    I could never make love:
    I was afraid of babies.
    I could never get high:
    I was afraid of dying.
    I could never live:
    I was afraid of everything.
    From the day I was born,
    I was old inside.
    I want to trade in this old soul,
    and finally be young.





    Submitted on 2004-02-23 05:29:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i want to be younger too...for different reasons...
    i've been where this is though--

    related to the first part..will tell you about that some day...and in ways to the second part...

    i felt like i was looking into a mirror...hey don't do that...it's spooky!

    nice write

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-07-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      chronological age means very little. Children... and young souls, are fearless. It is the old ones, those who have known pain, who develop fears and inhibitions. Old souls... old fears... reminds me of the third verse of The Rose (Bette Midler). Hugs, sweetie. Well done. <><
    | Posted on 2004-03-22 00:00:00 | by WorththeWait | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice one Amy. You got it right...myghost has to think about it again lol...it's the young soul;;the child-like wide-eyed innocent who is always unafraid , who doesn't weigh consequences. This has nothing to do with chronological age,..it's a bent of the spirit. Ghost is right in that the older one gets, the more they revert to that "young soul" attitude, but that is mortal years, not soul-years...the two are much different; inhibition has no respect for the calendar, and caution in large doses may preserve a certain moral aspect, ..preserve or stunt? our lives have so many facets...many limbs to grow, and like a tree or a rose, have seasons . The trick is to nurture the needs of each season. Thanks, for another thoughtful,insightful , soft and sweet read.Silver
    | Posted on 2004-02-24 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]
      Thats pretty cool. I never thought about how when you think about the consequences of things you are really being young at heart but you are more being older and maybe wiser...yeah wiser. Good write
    | Posted on 2004-02-23 00:00:00 | by Nashataku | [ Reply to This ]
      hmmmm. it seems the antithesis of an old soul...and old soul should be unafraid because they have been there....this seems more like a young soul with many inhibitions. you could start by just taking all your clothes off and standing in front of the mirror. that's a pretty unafraid thing to do.

    ghost.
    | Posted on 2004-02-23 00:00:00 | by myghostsliketotravel | [ Reply to This ]


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