Dreaming of Home.
Francis. The person I consider home. My home. My own. With him I felt I belong someplace, to someone's heart. I'm excited to see him again. My heart just wants to hurry up the next four months...
Always follow what's in your heart, always listen to what's inside, always fly high, and don't come down. Push yourself far over the limit, push your mind I had with your spirit, push it well, you never thought you could alright, and never come down.
Francis. The person I consider home. My home. My own. With him I felt I belong someplace, to someone's heart. I'm excited to see him again. My heart just wants to hurry up the next four months...
Posted by soulfoolchic at 4/09/2008 03:11:00 AM
"Laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you. Live life so well that even death loves to see you live. And fight so hard that even fate accepts defeat."
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