Creativity sometimes walks on the broken pieces of a heart, bruised.... Ecstasy is like a teardrop that bathes the soul in the colours of a rainbow.... Life is a slave chained to the hands of destiny, part of a master plot but living your way is a free choice.... Sign in to see full entry.
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