February 23, 2009
By Olivia892 BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
Olivia892 BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out it was ourselves." --Robert Frost

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible" --Emerson

"No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true" --Nathaniel Hawthorne

Let the warmth of your breath carry soft across the wind, let it rustle in the leave of forgive me please--apologies that somehow where forgotten.

Let the touch of an angel come from a different angle, let it blind me so i cannot see the damage i have done. Let me run, run away to different time, a different place. Somewhere i can scream so loud i cannot hear myself thinking.

And though it hurts to reminisce, promise me you will never forget this: the potential of a whispered word or the shadow of a kiss

So i know it sounds quite cliche but i have no other way to say I'm sorry.

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