☆Yesterday is a History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift........☆
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
love
Unnatural death of it
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing
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