When the pain reaches it's apogee, the spirit relieves itself from all shackles of sanity and self consciousness. It shuns all rational thinking and becomes self-aware of it's own existence. It bestows upon friends it's love and claims vengeance upon it's foes. Like a phoenix it is then reborn from it's own ashes.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I Love You..
I cry because I love you, I cry because I care, I cry because I feel, We have a love so rare.
I love you every minute, I love you every day, I even love you when we argue, I love you when we play.
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