Life goes on, gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night she'd close her eyes and she'd fly.
I am what I am.
- Lucile †
- When I was just a girl, I expected the world but it flew away from my reach so, I ran away in my sleep and dreamed of paradise.
domingo, 30 de enero de 2011
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