The Circle

Wed, 06/11/2014 - 19:45 -- Khembo

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A never ending cycle in life with no specific direction, except it always ends exactly where it began. True love has no limit but time does. Like a stopwatch or an alarm clock, It's up to you to pause or play. However, choosing to pause is not a definite end our hearts have no pause or play. While our mind does so, our hear manifest, and revives, and strengthens the very feeling we chose to stop. And oneday when you break the invisible wall built ,your mind will be overflown with the feelings, the memories, the love that you heart has always known. For your circile had not dissapeared it only has grown.

-Somethings in life are simply mean to be.

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