miércoles, 24 de marzo de 2010

I love the way that your heart breaks with every injustice and deadly fate. Praying it all will be new and living like it all depends on you. Love that you're never satisfied with face value wisdom and happy lies. You take what they say and go back and cry. You're so close to me that you nearly died. They don't have to understand you, wait and know I understand you. Here you are down on your knees again, trying to find air to breathe again; and only surrender will help you now.

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