Tuesday 29 April 2014

Original

Love...hate....hate..and .love....Poisonous honey...

we cling to music,to poem, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone.We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there know exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't

Throughout life, people will make you mad, disrespect you. and treat you bad. Let Allah deal with the things they do, because hate in your heart will consume you too.When people cut you down...or talk behind your back..remember they took time out of their pathetic lives, to think about you

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting, it just means you choose to be happy instead of hurt.Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who threat you right and hate forget the ones that don't and believe that everything happens for reason.if you get a chance, take it, if it changes your life, let it.Nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promise it would be worth it...

you were born an original...Don't die a copy....

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