viernes, 18 de mayo de 2007
blt
(every time i think of you, i feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. it's no problem of mine but it's a problem i find, living a life that i can't leave behind. every time i see you falling i get down on my knees and pray. i'm waiting for that final moment, you'll say the words that i can't say)
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