There is no grata sorrow than to recal tyms of hapines in tyms of misery,,,,, its lyk a throne which must b vercated when its tenure is ova... Though d rain may b heavy, bt wil certainly stop,,, though d mind may b filled with fear and anxiety, bt wil surely regain strenght nd courage,,, though the hrt may b filled with hurt nd hrtbrk bt wil surely luv again,, smile may hide its face, bt sumdays its gonna tk bk it place.... Situations r lyk season, bt neva relent or quit... Evenin palz.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 20:40:48 +0000
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