My mother once told me that when she went to heaven, she would come back to visit me in the form of a white butterfly. That was 5 years ago. Now I'm 20 and I still look out for white butterflies wherever I go.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Turning pages
My life feels too much like an open book now. But I'm not shutting the covers. I'm just gonna continue turning the pages. Line after line. Word after word. You'll get it... soon enough.
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