"What happens to a man when he spills his heart on a page and he watches words flow away, then his feelings lie on the page alone, there waiting for someone who cares to read them, to open their eyes to see them, to see if they can make his thoughts their own... Letting you see through me now only consumes me... Forget your pain!"
marți, 9 noiembrie 2010
About love.
"And
love is a river it flows down to the people. Then goes up to the clouds
to rain again. And love is a danger it can make you let your guard
down. But if you are never broken you will never be made whole..."
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