Thursday, January 21, 2010
Longevity
Tumultuous waves constantly crash upon us. Seems like the world is a crucifix on our back. Blood, sweat, and tears blind our vision. But, we know our destination, as it's map is etched in our soul. On our honor, we'll get there, someday. Until then, my heart is holding your hand.
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