等,等雨后的彩虹,等黑夜之后的黎明.. 无尽的等待,是期待?是无奈?是绝望的开始?还是心死的尽头?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

This's what we named “SCARS”

Scars are like memories, and tattoos.
When you fall, when your heart breaks,
and when your best friend turns her back on you,
it leaves a scar that can hurt every-time you think about it.
It’s a memory that is stuck in your head. It’s in the past, but it comes back and bites.
It’s a tattoo because it’s a memory that hurts, but doesn’t disappear. It never does.
When you see it so vividly, you sometimes regret what led to the scar that is a memory
that leaves an imprint in your life’s history.

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