People are never who you expect them to be
No one conforms, in the simplest sense
We all move on; we all change
Nothing is solid, nothing remains
Walk on as the road behind you crumbles.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
People are never who you expect them to be
No one conforms, in the simplest sense
We all move on; we all change
Nothing is solid, nothing remains
Walk on as the road behind you crumbles.
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