November 2009
I'm sorry my sweet butterfly, I never ment to hurt you. Don't worry 'bout my bitter cry, 'cause it won't make my torn heart stop. I wish to give you every flower i could ever find. But this is r
With broken wings, I walked to the edge. I held my breath, and closed my eyes. As I stepped of the ledge, I came to realize, What falls from this hight won't survive. It dies