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Never met the person, yet somehow she can still describe me...
"Her life is a facade of colors drawn with the crayon of hope. She's naïve enough to think her mystical dream of love will someday be a reality. Her wistful heart will not listen to the candor of her conscience." ~Susan Ehring
And as sad as that is, I'm still happy and content with my life at the moment. How odd am I?
But there is one thing I'm sad about...I spend tons of time on those stupid webpages and NO ONE comments on my pictures.
"Her life is a facade of colors drawn with the crayon of hope. She's naïve enough to think her mystical dream of love will someday be a reality. Her wistful heart will not listen to the candor of her conscience." ~Susan Ehring
And as sad as that is, I'm still happy and content with my life at the moment. How odd am I?
But there is one thing I'm sad about...I spend tons of time on those stupid webpages and NO ONE comments on my pictures.