Sunday, November 17, 2013

All of life is a cycle

Someone once told me that men cheat in seasons, as if the same can't be said for women. Old friends and old habits slowly return. YeP, the season cometh. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

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