Why must we, so often,
Draw lines in the sand
And stick to our guns
Due to honor and pride?
Since when is it weakness… 46 more words
Something occurred to me yesterday that has the potential to make me as happy as it makes me sad : It’s all temporary.
I mean, I know that everything passes,and I know that everything really is temporary, but I tend to get caught up in the problem of the moment, and I lose sight of the fact that everything changes in one way or another. 408 more words
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