I left poor charlie brown hanging out in the cold. >_< Not sure if that was the best thing to do. I caught sight of the silhouette of a bouquet of flowers hanging by the window and fled before Mr Hyde took over, leaving charlie brown all alone in the wind.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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