All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
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the mourn
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Even if you could redo the past,those tears, those memories, and the coldness of reality that carves up my chest...the years we all went through to endure all those deaths and sadness, we cant render all that meaningless, carrying those pain and move on...isnt that the only path that would allow all those lost things to remain?....i might be delusional, for i want to hold on our memories that are eternal and undeath.

I seal up our times that has stopped in 19, but it will retain in my mind forever. I has no dream of you, but i miss you while i am holding my wound. Bless me, for my next stage of life, and bless yourself, who free in heaven.