The random ramblings of an aspiring Poet, tilted on one side and uneasy on the other - Given to Natalie A Fiawoo S.O.A.P
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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...at least through tears the hard world becomes blurry and soft... Pain melting into an indistinct compilation of pretty colours If only for a moment...
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The fact you find comfort in the smallest consolation in adversity will always mean you rise & win.
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