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View from aTangent…Chapter 42
And so now Bette walked back. Tina was just coming down the trail to find Bette. Shouting over her shoulder to Alice and Shane that she found her Tina hugged Bette. She asked where the ***** was sheBette suddenly flung herself on T. She hugged her beloved fiercely and whispered in her ear that everything was going to be alright. Asking what she was talking about T smiled, Bette didnt answerinstead she put her arm around Tina and they both walked out into the sun. Alice was already in the vehicle and Shane petting a womans dogchatting her up. Bette and Tina got in and all waited for Shane who seemed to be a hit. Finally though she came back in. Among the arguing of where to eat dinner Alice put in a C.Dthe song filled the vehicle while Bette stared out the window. She felt like the weight of sadness was lifted from her shouldersand Haywoods trial seemed a little farther away than it was yesterday.
And in this life like weeds, you’re just a rock to me
you’re just a rock to me, you’re just a rock to me
And in this life like weeds, you’re just a rock to me
And in this life like weeds, in this life like weeds
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you’ll see the people youd met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been
I wish I could have told you all
In this life like weeds, In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You’re a rock to me
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt Ill breathe
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
in this life like weeds, you’re the dirt Ill breathe
All this talkin all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there’s nothin left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you’ve figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there’s nothing left to breathe
Up until there’s nothin left to speak.
Up into the better parts of space
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I love how you’ve been able to go through all the differnt feelings Bette’s been having, even though there not that easy or nice to read so i think so many people think you can go through something like that and still be the same person but you can’t! Thanks for yet another great few updates and please keep it up!