I take a picture, I tell a story, I feel the pain. I stare so long and hard, I start to wonder what they and I have. Thinking about how I spent my time in the past, and how it maybe could have been better. I dose softly into a dream of faith, the faith that can hold people together. This dream is true bliss, that holds this peice of mind I have with these people. I think of my life and start to cry. I cry over every emotion I have. Now I hold the state of depression and happiness together, which I may look upon forever, as long as I live...or can it be changed?Birth sign: Leo
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