The Golden Daffodil
Life is an art. You paint it, you sing it.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
the road not taken
In my heart I always know that one day I will wake up, just to realize you are not there anymore. By that time I'd be wrecked. Should I have known earlier, why did I not choose the road not taken? I don't know, maybe it's fear.
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