youtube/watch?v=X3xGEPUZMUc Its one of those days when all the loss and grief, expressed and hidden, come bubbling to the surface and threaten to overwhelm me. Ive spent years trying to help others to heal their pain but Ive failed to address my own, perhaps because I already know the answer... For some things in life, it *is* just too late. Who can tell when summer turns to autumn And who can point the moment love grows cold Softly without pain the joy is over Though why its gone we neither of us know.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 20:58:31 +0000
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