A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music.
| Kierkegaard
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
YOU LEFT ME JUST WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST
YOU LEFT ME JUST WHEN I NEEDED YOU ,MOST.............
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