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When?Her friends have their share of troubles They can always run to her for she is wise, Kind, giving, loving, and gentle is she Unjudging and always trusting is her nature.When?
Her love is constant and even infinite Comparable even to the universe, They couldn't comprehend her love Despite their ceaseless attempts.
Even so, she has overwhelming pain Her fears cloud her soul of happiness, The voices always haunt her mind Telling her lies of immense proportion.
She yearns to bring the peace to herself That she has given to her hurting friends, She
by ~namitai
What You Made of MeA response to the following excerpt from "Love" by Roy CroftWhat You Made of Me
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you.
I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. ________________________________________
I have been asked time and time again why I love him. I have answered the question the following ways:
"I just do." "He's different." "The feeling's different." Or not answering at all...
In reality, I could go on and on for all the reas
by ~namitai
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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GALLERY | STOCK
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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GALLERY | STOCK
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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