Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop & think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
if i die 2nyt`it would b alright`4 i finaly found d 1`ive bin waitin 4`my whole life`if i die 2nyt`it would be ok`for bein wid u`is bein in heaven anyway.
