Tears ..Even if you've cried a river, it doesn't help.. Wish there was a way out.. Nobody likes being this way..
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Alfred Tennyson
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Alfred Tennyson
“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough”..really?
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