Death comes and goes, Life ebbs and flows.

My writs have an appointment with Doc Knife he’ll help get rid of the pain.

Don’t u cry, please don’t cry, I'm ur best friend, Don’t be sad, don’t look bk, I’m here for u.

Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? (My God, My God, Why hast thus forsaken me?)
-Jesus.

Love means nothing till you fight for it.

She walks out, she sees a mirror, And is shocked to see not one, But many tears escaping, And is even more shocked to see, That no one noticed.

Love what you have!
Could you love this lost child?
Please Love this lost child!
Please love me!

Love me now I’m gone. Remember what you've lost.

Love me, when you find me.

You hold onto what you have, you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you...