martes, 28 de junio de 2011


[...] In a city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricaneA hand full of moments I wished I could change but I was carried away. Give me therapy I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling on everything. Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can keep all your misery.

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