“The storms the wind, the rain have met me once again And interrupted blue The sky turned gray, turned cold, turned winter once again And interrupted blue But I'm here for now Yes, I'm here Though storm, though wind, though… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
“The storms the wind, the rain have met me once again And interrupted blue The sky turned gray, turned cold, turned winter once again… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
“Being loved continuously when you believe that you're unlovable is like throwing salt on a wound. It stings like acid. You want it desperately,… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
