What a sad life we lead, tears fill the empty moments even when none
are shed. Hope is a butterfly that disappears after we see a glimpse.
Life
is a circle that one day ends, but keeps turning after we're gone. Love
never seems to find those who need it most, and chocolate doesn't cure
heartache.
Fragments of stories, love and tragedy, seep into our
generation. The dark-side of the moon is where our curiosity lies, as
well as our hopes and dreams.
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