Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tears dry on their own
Still feeling a bit dark and twisty. Trying just to roll with it.
London town
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To all of you that live in London understand how jealous I am of you. There
is more history in some of the smallest houses than there is in my whole
countr...
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