The light of Tomarrow
I see light when others see darkness. I see happiness when others see sadness. My perspective might be madness. But I am no stranger to misery and foolishness is much less demanding then mournfulness. Eyes that see sarrow never see the light that is Tomarrow.
Tuesday 7th March 2017 10:09 am
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