A Mirage of the Mind, by Morning After Subscribe to rss feed for 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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