Though our sins are too large but we can earn forgiveness while there's still time
the pages of my past , the diary of my success .
Sitting beside the sunset that fell upon us, i still remember the time, The memories of our past
The journey is long though my hopes are small i learn from my mistakes and walk round about seven miles.
What makes most of us is nothing but just nothing!
I'm thinking without my mind's help indeed a mystery and what a strange misery!
My words are inspired by the darkness of my heart and my emotions are powered by the wildness of my mind.
Dramistic unusual and a successful launch
BEHIND THAT DOOR A CRIPPLE LIES Golden hairs. Shining eyes