love is a poor mans food.

August 9, 2009

You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I’ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds

And honestly, I have been begging for answers. That you and only you can give to me. A voice crying loud. I’ve been crying for days now And as I start to run, I stop to breathe...

Oh, the irony of life.
summer is slowly coming to an end.
It went by really fast.

But Oh, hoe i love fall.
I can't wait for the season change.

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