Oh how life turns.
You give your heart, and it's torn apart.
And all you have left is sad little rhyming cliches. And pieces. Of everything you gave away.
Oh but.
We will keep calm
And we will carry on.
They survived the holocaust with it, and mine is but a heart.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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