How are we supposed to move forward when the past stops us from living in the present? How am I supposed to move on when all do is hope that one day things will work out? And why do I keep holding on when he has let go so many times? This is Life. This is Struggle. This is Love. This is War. - Amor e morte.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
It scares the hell outta me...and the end is all I can see...
Posted by Rememberthegirl at 5:46 AM
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