"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!"
miercuri, 3 noiembrie 2010
In the end...
"But
up from these ashes a beauty will rise. The pride of her Father, though
humble in size. Perfect love, fill my soul with melody, perfect words
of perfect peace... I will breathe, I will sing !!"
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