Κυριακή, 20 Ιανουαρίου 2013

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Afraid of feeling nothing,no bees or butterflies. My head is full of voices and my house is full of lies. I found you standing there when I was seventeen. Now I'm thirty-two and I can't remember what I'd seen in you. I'm going crazy a little everyday. And everything I wanted is now driving me away. I woke this morning to the sound of breaking hearts. Mine is full of questions and it's tearing yours apart.

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