martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
Fuck everything and run. Run away.
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If this was us meeting for first time, I'd do it all again. Everything, the fucks, the fuck ups, everything, I'd do it all again.
Some of the lies worth believing.
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
But it isn't.
No matter what happens now, you shouldn't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
All we are is bullets
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No hope
Some of the lies worth believing.
And we grow cold
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
This would be many pretty things
But it isn't.
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