Monday, September 7, 2009

Don't you see you have only yourself to be accountable to?

Whether a wounded child or a terrified adult, at the end of the day, there is only your own shoulder to cry on; your own arms which hold fast the aching flesh.

We all want someone to embrace us, someone to dry the tears and help the sorrow to fade.

That someone must be you

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