Still, it feels that way sometimes. The loss of a loved one. The longed freedom.
Is there really a choice to choose from this, or is life playing a trick on me.
Astounded by the way I feel, I might look back with tears in my eyes.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Black and white
Still, it feels that way sometimes. The loss of a loved one. The longed freedom.
Is there really a choice to choose from this, or is life playing a trick on me.
Astounded by the way I feel, I might look back with tears in my eyes.
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