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HannahZ in over her head |
April 21st, 2008
If love is a rose, do you live for the flower or the thorn?
A thousand thorns forgotten when the flower blooms.
Sunny or cloudy doesn't matter, only that you're looking up.
The words are not important, only that you speak them.
The say that eyes are the windows to whats in the heart, so look in mine- it'll work like a mirror.
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