Dere''s A Luxury In
Self-Reproach,
Whn V Blame
Ourselves,
V Feel Dath No One Else
Has A Rite 2 Blame Us.
Its d Confession, Not
The Priest, Dat Gives
Us Absoluti
All The Water N The Ocean Could Never Sink A Ship Unless It Gets Inside . . .
Like Wise
All The Pressure Of Life Can Never Hurt You Unless U Let Them In. . .
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
