My little Butterflies.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

No more looking back.

I wish I could erase memories.
I wish I could help her empty those happiness, which eventually became her sorrows.
She looked so happy but cries in the deep silence of time. 
Silencing all thoughts.
Running away from every emotion possible to mankind.
Perhaps going beyond that pain.
I know I can. I just got to try.

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