They say..

They say we leave this world just the way we came to it. Naked and alone. So if we dp leave whit nothing, what, then, is the meacsure of a life?
Is it defined by the people we choose to love? Or is life sipmly measures by our accomlishments?
And what if we fail? Or are never truly loved? What then? Can we ever measure up?
Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting drive us mad?
2011-08-23 @ 22:17:34 Allmänt Permalink

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