Dec 11, 2010
Every crash of the waves against the shore was you trying to tell me something. You were trying to tell me that this was coming to an end. I wish I had believed you then. I wish I had listened to the waves.
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- rundontwalk
- -Time passes incredibly slow when you're waiting for someone, something, anything. But with hope infecting our hearts, we wait. Patience also endures in our minds, although the doubt in our gut wants us to retreat.
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