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Sam texted my original industry source that he wanted to take her for drinks the next time she was in Scotland (business), and he was dating Cody at the time.. Her? Who, actually? So do you know who that girl is? You posted that you didnt know

No, Anon, you misunderstood, or most likely you haven’t been around since the beginning. Almost 4 years ago, my first inside source was someone who is in the industry. She is the one who told me Sam and Cait were not dating, and a BUNCH of other info I’ve posted many times before. Well 4 years ago, part of what this source told me was that she had some business dealings with Sam, strictly professional, and Sam had been a “sweetheart” with her, and that yes he was “a big flirt,” but he was like that with everyone, it was just how he “charmed” people. She said she’d told Sam she would be going to Scotland soon, so he told her he would take her out for a drink in Glasgow. He even texted her about it. So I mentioned that to highlight that Sam said that to this woman who he was dealing with and continued to deal with on a strictly professional level. IOW, he told this woman he would take her out for a drink to talk over business, and there was never anything more, the same way he told the paps he had to go because was going to “buy the lady a drink,” about the “mystery blonde.” IOW, based on past behavior, Sam taking a woman out for a drink does not equate he is dating her. To quote one of my fave series of movies of all time The Godfather, “It’s not personal, it’s strictly business.” Capisce?

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I miss you. Days go by and things are forgotten, But I do not forget you. Who you are, Or at least who you were, To me.  Your memories, Mine of you,  and  Our memories,  That we made  Live on in that moment. Old letters torn,  Words tainted with tears,  Lay strewn across my bed.  I never knew Words so softly said,  Could be so sharp.  Even though all this time has passed, You could still die in my arms, No spite, No selfish hatred.  I would still cherish your final moments.  I would keep you safe,  After your last breath has gone.

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Days of poets long gone, Adolescent addictions, Words of age old wisdom. Inspiration from mountain springs, Long since dried, Mindsets scoured away by commute. New breath for deaf ears, An old voice with immature heart, Lest they change themselves for stone. Torn letters storaged, Abusive romance, Ink spilled and blotched by tears. Canyons widen after years, Rivers flow all but the same, Faces change along with hearts. Farewells unheard, For never said, Drifting is just another goodbye. Unfamiliar words, From old familiar lips, Repetition of impersonal content. Celebrations with strangers, Friends are left, Replaced by convenience and similarity.

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So we throw compliments at each other like water balloons in a summertime party...if only I could put into words how greatly I think of you, without it drowning you, like a tidal wave instead of balloons ❤

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A letter, from saved man.                          - - To whom do I address? Audience, or reader? More personal, is the latter. Dear reader, unknown Friend, as you are. Heed these joyful words, Keep them in your heart; Saviour, Jesus, He has come, in life Clothed in righteousness, Soaked in mercy. Holy, and truthful. Compassionate, And kind, is he. Through his mercy, I Have been bought, at a Price so great, I cannot repay.

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I was there when you were gone.

Old Pain New Blood A seven word story. 

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When the pain hits and I'm left gasping for air, wishing there was a way for me to breathe even though my lungs work and there is still enough oxygen in the room I can breathe but I can't BREATHE because the pain has opened up a hole in my chest to suck it all away again, away with all the joy, away with all energy to move or think properly, away with all the hope I had left in my crippled body.

Old Pain New Blood (old messages)

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Winds howl, a warning siren  of the oncoming storm. And yet, peace clouds the air, expecting, Blissfully aware, but still...unshaken. The leaves of the tree around me begin to rustle, Their song fills the air until branches join in. From there onwards, the symphony our deity created, Is all that matters. Play on, orchestra, play your unrehearsed creation.  Someday, the lightning will stop and this storm will cease. Oh, it has.

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