Little Rose
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly
Friday, July 29, 2011
Its raining. It's pouring...
The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle its weight.
Just like the tears fall,
because the heart can no longer take the pain.
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