When nights are long and friends are few, i sit by my window and - TopicsExpress



          

When nights are long and friends are few, i sit by my window and think of unknown. A silent whisper ,and a silent tear with all my heart i wish friends were here. At times i really ask myself for the reason to carry on with the charade of this life . The moments of loneliness and utter silence forces me to leave everything and go for unknown, but than i remember of my sweat and adoring daughters & get a new purpose of carrying on with this life.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 08:20:29 +0000

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