Life is the heap of broken pieces of crayons adjacent to that heap of broken pieces of your heart, laying by the heap of bills eclipsing the heap of paychecks and all that was lost while you were busy working hard to create those piles.
Life is the heap of broken pieces of crayons adjacent to that heap of broken pieces of your heart, laying by the heap of bills eclipsing the heap of paychecks and all that was lost while you were busy working hard to create those piles.