compassion grows in the very darkest of places. & some never seem to harvest its fruits. some are afraid to venture there. oh, but the strong reap & reap all summer so that when the cold months blow in the strong are prepared. the strong warm hearts & melt ice.
i know that he is strong, i just don't think that he knows it yet.
written on 2004-01-14 at 12:31 a.m.
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