Broken Coloured Pencils
which has coloured my life as a person once love is the key of every happiness.
07 April 2012
Morning always smell sweet like you.
I cant sleep, thinking whats my life would be after this.
I'm ready, but I'm scared. But somehow I know you want me to be strong.
Leaving everything behind is what I would do.
For the best of me and you.
Love, Hope.
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