Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I shall paint the skies red if I had to…
I would beg till the sun rise...
I’ll count to the last fallen leaf of that quintessence autumn...
I shall…
To have that promise.

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It’s strange how strangers’ words could hit the heart so hard…

I hate that I heart my job so much it becomes too personal…

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