‘‘The Stone Age didn’t end for lack of stone, and the oil age will end long before the world runs out of oil.’‘
...Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map