Saturday, May 03, 2008
When one needle figuratively prick through two overlapping hearts, fear arbata, it hurts just as much. But when it pricks one without the other, and it stains the other with its blood, it becomes worst.
I pray hard for your alrightness, it will definitely come, definitely, and I hope we all are walking the right path, I believe we are.
I wish it could kill me instead of you~
& more clueless fears.
5:05 AM
