♪「такз иотзs」♪ My Royalty is to my Friends Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
- Never let someone boss you around and control you. It will never change. One day you will eventually snap and then they will wonder what the heck is your problem and think you're...
Published on Saturday, January 14, 2012, 10:31 PM
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