The rain seems to always wash away the pain, but inside every gap of this ordinary town will be people; carrying umbrellas, shielding themselves from this eccentric beauty as the sun hits the precise angle that will create the shadows of our favorite silhouette and I will remember that you were the only person who gave me my perfect storm.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Aspirations are Followed By a Price
I want this blade to dig deep enough through my skin so that somehow, this pain can spontaneously turn into passion.
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