You Never knOw hOw strOng yOu are until being strOng is the Only chOice yOu have.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Red Heart.
Holding a heart made of red sand. In my hand. A heart as red as the one inside of me. The wind blew the sand. running from my hands down to me feet. No more sand on my hand.
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