There's little truth in the world. Practically none in my surroundings. I'm waiting for that moment, that time where it all turns around. I'm waiting for the seasons to change. Until then, I'll climb back into my bottle and wait.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 11:52 AM UTC
There's little truth in the world. Practically none in my surroundings. I'm waiting for that moment, that time where it all turns around. I'm waiting for the seasons to change. Until then, I'll climb back into my bottle and wait.
09/07
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