Monday, March 7, 2011
where I belong
The dream of it will never come true, but one thing I know for sure, that my heart is always break for something that I desire. As it one day will wait me on leave of dew, with heart and face I know that pure, but you know this broken soul will never appear. I will go, I will go to the place where I belong.
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