...people With Nothing To Declare Carry The

I Would Have Done Anything For Him. Maybe That Was My Sickness.

It's The Tragedy Of Loving, You Can't Love Anything More Than Something You Miss.

[she] Always Knew He Was A Fiction But Believed In Him Anyway.

The Bruises Go Away, And So Does How You Hate, And So Does The Feeling That Everything You Receive From Life Is Something You Have Earned.

I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn’t Want To Lose But Lost And Have To Remember