Sometimes I wonder, If I was born and bloomed only to take these many hurting,.. what they,... the hurting actually don't teach us is,... That... if we bleed, we bleed Love,,, we bleed hope,,,we bleed dreams,,,we bleed the compost of strength to hold our roots strong and spread fragrance. Darling,....You're strong, you better be,..for yourself and the ones around you.