"EVERY ARTIST DIPS HIS BRUSH IN HIS OWN SOUL, AND PAINTS HIS OWN NATURE INTO HIS PICTURES."
-Henry Ward Beecher
Sunday, April 14, 2013
He came to me in my dream. Told me that He loved me. Demanded that I let Him love me. Simmered my fears, took away my pain and loved me. It was wonderful. Then I woke up. And my bed was still cold. My heart still hurt. And there was no love.
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