viernes, 23 de enero de 2009

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound but while you debate half empty or half full. It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Eclipsing all your summer skies, some things never change.
ile like
smile l
ike you
smile like you mean
smilie like you mean it

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