Everything passes. The beauty remains. When people cause me sufferings, I filter it all, and take with me the good only. There is one thing I am afraid of - losing people without making sure I did make clear how much Iloved them. I am not afraid of death, I have simply seen it. I know what it is when you neglect someone, and this someone dies, and you live your life with htis heavy load on your heart. This is why I so eagerly and generously speak out about my admirations and love.
The frozen moments pass. The pains pass. And this will pass. And all is left is that warm look of yours I will keep forever. And that will pass...Or will it not?
The frozen moments pass. The pains pass. And this will pass. And all is left is that warm look of yours I will keep forever. And that will pass...Or will it not?
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