Monday, December 6, 2010

Like a rose

Like a rose, trampled on the ground. You took the fall, thought of me. Above all. Always think about the reason why you are living right now. So many times I've have questioned myself as to why am I hear, living this life I live and for what. I always remember even in my lowest times, when you think about what he did, why wouldn't you want to live to prove that he did not die in vain?

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