» So give me all your poison
&give me all your pills
&give me all your hopeless hearts
&make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll NEVER kill;
If this is what you want...then fire at will!
jueves, 14 de enero de 2010
I wish I could become invisible.
I wish I could take her with Me.
I wish I coul take your hand and runaway somewhere our own fears won't find us.
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