I shattered my favorite mirror so I could have thousands of lives. Life is. A switchback. A laughing mirror. Happy Birthday mirror. Seconds count even when unseen. Curtains finally pulled back; exhaling fulfillment, expanding best thoughts even under distress, stopping only when I’ve given permission to have stopped. I’ll never be done.
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
life is pretty weird 🙂
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It sure is..
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yeah. but i like it 🙂
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Oh hell yea! Cheers
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yup cheers
I do want u to know that u r pretty amazing. I know I m awkward. But just so u know
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Damn thank you. Not sure I have a reply good enough for that compliment.
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ah its fine . dont need a reply.
Have a great day ahead or a great tomorrow
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sometimes I feel – would be fun with a thousands of lives, but then I think…what if I’ll be a bad guy or a poor begger, or a squirrel and some hunter will shoot me. Hm 🙂 haha
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A grand time, good, bad, and ugly!
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Lets pray you’ll never be done
Not yet
Not until I
Can come to Massachusetts
And meet the man
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How much we’d have to talk about!
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Yes we’ve have
For me just the picture sustains me
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“I shattered my favorite mirror so I could have thousands of lives.” because the one we have needs distortion? Loved that line but I’m not sure what you meant.
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Not distortion, clarification. A mirror provides one image unless you break, or add more mirrors. Giving a more realistic view of the one looking into the mirror. I could write pages on my thoughts for that one line, but I’d bore the ‘pages’
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