"A winner listens, a loser just waits until it is their turn to talk."

Tuesday, August 16, 2011





















Mother, I love you. 


..sweet memories of childhood tend to flood my mind. 
Hugging you. Sitting by you. Listening to your sweet, sweet voice.
Everyday I fear that you will leave me. Please don't.
I fear that the day I voice those three mere words, you will leave me. 


Please don't. I beg of you.


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