Saturday, 21 September 2013

Reason,
I have nothing to say about you.
Everything in this earth happens for a reason.
We meet and then walk away for a reason
We talk and love
We hate and remain in grief for a reason.
Yes,
Reason you are almighty,
and now I am here for a reason
to surprise all my friends.

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