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.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Understanding the Unthinkable
I don't get mad, I get even.
So once all this money is gone, I better have a whole lot of happiness to lean on.
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