| i_surrender 25.02.2010 09:54:01: The trouble with truth is it never lies
And the trouble with wrongs
That its never right
So I rest my head under Your light
The trouble with peace, is it never fights
And the trouble with loves
That its always blind
I want to walk to the edge of it
Tonight, and I fall down
I am on my knees
Cause Youre everything I need
And Ive made a mess of myself
On my own
Now I am on my face
And Im calling out Your name
And I wont run away
Cause Im already home
The trouble with tears is that they dry
And the trouble within
Made me wanna cry
Ive never felt so much like Im alive
I wanna open my eyes and see Your face
If I have to wait a thousand days
Ill still be right here, right next to You
And I fall down
And I know I havent always been
Where You wanted me
Im standin here, arms out
Broken down
Before you
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| i_surrender 01.02.2010 09:54:23: Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.
Thomas De Quincey
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| i_surrender 01.02.2010 09:52:02: Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Henri B. Stendhal
The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found. Marquise De Stvignt Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Edgar Allan Poe |
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| i_surrender 28.01.2010 19:46:51: Amazing, refreshing morning...
--I miss you---
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| i_surrender 22.01.2010 11:33:00: Love rules a kingdom without a sword.
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