…oscillating

Março 11, 2007 at 11:07 pm Deixe o seu comentário

Please lock this door and loose me somewhere, I want to be nothing forever, a grain of sand put to rest, a ray of light put to test. I got back to the same narrow and dark path of not understanding a word or sound, about love or bound, when the answer is there, staring at it makes the pain grow, and it hits low, there is no hope, cause it never ends…

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…the sun

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