"We never cry over things in the past. We only cry about how the past has affected things in the present. And the present is always slightly different every time you cry." =]
- Me.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Un Poeme
If in a crowd,
i pick you out,
Is it chance or love's design?
But where goes the fool,
who has no clue?
Where lights and shadows shine.
i pick you out,
Is it chance or love's design?
But where goes the fool,
who has no clue?
Where lights and shadows shine.
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