Photobucket OUT of the night that covers me,black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be.For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud,Under the bludgeonings of chance.My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears.Looms but the horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years. Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul. Photobucket

Thursday, February 19, 2009

They say time heals all wound's

They say time heals all wounds,perhaps thats true,but don't they know wounds becomes crusts?and crust teares of.Again and again.And each time it's painful.until the wound becomes a scar.A scar than never heals.who's there as an eternal memory.
Something you'll never forget.Something that always will hurt a little bit....

Shout if yOu want to speak out all your burden,cry when sombody makes ur heart aching..forget all the problems that really hurt.Leaves the things that remind you all the pain,enjoy your life before you get insane.Someday people will see the real you a guy who will love and cry for you.Take your time and wait for the right one .Dont waste too much to find your man.

MyLove

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Posted by Baby Angel at 1:58 AM

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