Sunday 10 April 2011

Sharedtimes

We all shared everything;
Every single story, yet moulded into one.
Everyone took seperate journeys
We all had one thing in common
Now it is the fact, we are all on our own path

It used to be natrual, 
Like butterflys to flowers
Honey to bees

Now its narrcasit'



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