My story..

Some say love, it is a river,that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor, that leave your soul to bleed.
I say love, it is a flower,and you are the only seed ♥







Saturday, March 2, 2013

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A party allows me to realized about three facts that I cannot accept it at the first place. Why am I being so naive to believe everyone. Every time, I told myself not to believe anyone easily. But I just choose to believe them. At end, I will be the one who got hurt but no one knows. I hate myself for being weak, I cannot even voice out for myself-every single thing.