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Was I mistaken, when
I stared into your limpid...
I wake up to the bright morning
light piercing through my...
She bathes under the sunlight
as the beaded sweat glistens...
Deep inside the tears I've cried
true emotion is found...
I sit up at night with
a million thoughts bouncing around my head...
When the end is near, whether your life or love, one doesnt think about what is going to happen or when it will happen. One thinks about the begining and how things ended up they way they are now. |
It is not what you do in life, but who you are |
To believe in heaven or hell is like peanut butter and jelly, can’t have one without the other |