Thursday, November 09, 2006

Immature.

What a child i am.

Failing, in even taking care of my own self.

Losing nights of sleep just because of one word you said.

Never know what and when to treasure.... all i did is crying over spilled milk.

Never know how fortunate i was when having your love on me.... until i actually lost it.

A lot of wrongs have been done... they can only be forgiven not forgotten.

This young boy now realize, how important you mean in his life.

He wanted to change and grow.

Are you, still willing to give him faith?

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