A Mirage of the Mind, by Morning After |
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind, it's an illusion, its fake, impossible to find. But the day I met him, I beganto see, that love is real, and exists in me. |
Posted: 2005-12-20 02:23:33 UTC |
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