You are what I want you to be, a canvas on which I paint the different colours of me. As I grow old, no one left to see what I see, I am left behind yet closer to God. And now I die and dream in the same way, to find a God that is just like me.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
You are what I want you to be, a canvas on which I paint the different colours of me. As I grow old, no one left to see what I see, I am left behind yet closer to God. And now I die and dream in the same way, to find a God that is just like me.
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