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Will I go out on Saturday nights, get drunk, dance until the sun is bright. Or will I stay at home, crying on my pillow, alone? Will I forget..

Now that I’m older, I know that fairy-tales aren’t real and there are no such things as ‘charming princes’ and the ugl..

Once again, here we stand in the land of the broken, we struggle to find our breaths, amidst the words unspoken, we try to hold on, but you&rsquo..

Tears may be rolling down my face, But i don't need you to wipe them away, i don't need you to tell me it's gonna be okay, And i don't need you to ..

Then we open our eyes that were blinded by perfection, to witness a whole New world of Wild imagination....

As the sun hides behind the clouds waiting for the moon, I'll wait among the crowd in the big ballroom. As the stars twinkle dancing with the..

Now I know what’s worth fighting for, even when I'm down to my last breathe, hopeful, enough to let me break, out of this cold prison. Y..

when one get the sense of loving and let go

All I wanted for Christmas was love, not the fancy Christmas tree that uncle put up the one with tiny light balls and angels at the top. All..

Before the dawn breaks, I would fall in love with you, I would readily surrender to what I feel is true. Before the dawn breaks, I would giv..