If you can't be a pencil to write anyone'$ happine$$, try atlea$t to be a nice rubber to era$e $omeone'$ $orrow$.
Your in$piration rekindle$ my lo$t fire everytime and I walk further toward$ toward$ the target; each time much clo$er to it than before...
...watching raindrop$ make their journey down the wind$creen, $ome unhe$itant and quite certain of their de$tination, other$ - like me - $topping and $tarting before finally rolling reluctantly toward$ the bonnet.
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Saturday, August 6, 2011
Matters of heart~~
The holder wanted to be a writer. But they chained her and those shackles were real hard to let her wings engulf a span and fly high... ... ...
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