tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71276739708673726632011-04-21T22:23:17.514-07:00irene22ffnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127673970867372663.post-62123273502231214872007-09-06T20:22:00.000-07:002007-09-06T20:23:07.003-07:00The sad moments that one finds on some of the blogs that are out there are so poignant. They record the failings of human beings to be happy with one another and to satisfy one another and they show you the depths of despair that people sink to when their love for another unravels and leaves them lost and alone.<br /><br />Each entry like that is cry for help that comes from the wounded heart and plea for support from those who no longer care and no longer listen and will never read the writer’s thoughts and emotions. It’s the blood of lost passion that colours these entries.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127673970867372663-6212327350223121487?l=theslitheryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irene22ffnoreply@blogger.com0