"It seems natural to us that we are loved because we are good, but seldom realise that we are loved because those who love us are in fact kind."
Lev Tolstoi
duminică, 17 martie 2013
God
I know You don't love me, what's there to love? One had to run to Prague to escape from a dove. But please spare me from this woe deep inside Take my life, but leave my mind.
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