Like teardrops on withered leaves, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There are times When the world moves on without us Where we stand in suspended despair On the banks of sorrow Where our loneliness Is like a frozen prison And our desperate cries Fall like teardrops on withered leaves Floating in the sea of sadness …
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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow





