Take a walk into oblivion. Hold my hand and never let go.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Food for thought
Everytime you go away my heartbreaks, Yet everytime your near my heart seems to break too. What am I supost to do when all I want to do is cry. I Love You and I"m Sorry
Look Around, who do you see? A mother, A father? A son, A Daughter? Everyone has dark thoughts, everyone wants to cry sometimes. These are my inner thoughts, my hopes and desires. My fears and my sorrow.
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