Monday, January 13, 2014
A Weak Stem Kills the Whole Flower
What happens when I lose my way? How can you help get me back when you don't even know where I was? If one day the weight of always holding on to the hopes and dreams of us becomes too heavy, would you pick them up? If I am alone in my certainty, how can I truly be certain?
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