BECAREFUL THE CHOICES YOU MAKE IN LIFE. WATER AND TEAR HAVE THE SAME COLOUR.

I&#39;m actually a very quiet person off the golf course. I talk 150 miles per hour when I&#39;m at the course, but when in private I very seldom ever open my mouth.

I would.” He kissed the top of my head. “I saw Ian’s face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed.” My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. “I can bear pain, myself,” he said softly, “but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

One step forward follows one step backwards, that's what it takes to grow.

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