lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2010

Someone like the moon

But the light comes and the day bleeds through the sky, and the sun, the sun makes it hard to get through and the radio only plays love songs so she cries. Though she knows it's such a bad thing to do.
In the evening it gets better and she thinks how it's not right, that someone so stupid can so easily screw up your life.

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