Even the prettiest roses die... |
My love is like a candle flame. It can be lit, but jut as easily be blown out. |
A life without friends is, in fact, not a life at all, but a long path of hardships and troubles and no one to share them with. |
If you don't live life as if every day were your last, then what will you have accomplished when your last day comes? |
I have come to realize that "Love" and "Pain" are synonyms. |
Love is the most hurtful form of pain... |
LOVE CYCLE FOR THE STRONG- |
LOVE CYCLE FOR THE WEAK- |