Remember the whispers when that person told you they cared about you, only the actions was like a reflection of everything nice and everything that makes you think.
Their whispers are what was everything you loved about them and now that everything is now an everyday wind that blows through your heart that NOW!! belongs to everyone.
Give it time and they will come back to you.
Their whispers are what was everything you loved about them and now that everything is now an everyday wind that blows through your heart that NOW!! belongs to everyone.
Give it time and they will come back to you.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2010 10:59
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
A very fascinating perspective on forgiveness. I quite enjoyed this piece. It was delightfully poetic....and the picture so fitting....Great piece! Thanks for it!
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