if i can allow my thoughts to tear apart through the clouds and pour down like the rain from the heavens..
..i wish i have the art of writing to create a flood..
Monday, October 20, 2008
The world does not remember us by our style or by our wit; it does not remember us by our knowledge or our words; no, the world remembers only one thing: The world remembers love. - Author Unknown
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