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Eighty six four hundred seconds

Gotta tell them that we love them while we've got the chance to say,

Painting yellow dreams.

; Thursday, September 2, 2010

Piecing back the shards of a broken fairytale.


I believe and live in better tomorrows, flying day afters and dreamy day after thats. The dirty linen can always be cleaned. It is never too late to start another story. It is never too late to rewrite that other chapter. It is never too late to allow those wounds to heal, never too late for them to be written up in that history book and be closed. It's not about forgetting, it's about remembering, and learning from it. It's life.