lunes, 21 de febrero de 2011

Insipid determination.

You’ve chosen your weapons, and I’ve chosen letting this armor in the way. I still trust you; I’m turning to you the other cheek. I give you the power of healing these horrid bruises or bringing to ruins my heart, it’s yours since long ago, just so you know. So blow me up now if you want to, although I’d rather you to be sweet.

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