On days like these the sun refused to shine because of people like me. We would rain eternally on the inside trying to wash away the disloyalty and sadness. We walked on shards of glass to prove that we were indestructable, however, we are just as delicate as the very bottle itself.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
On days like these the sun refused to shine because of people like me. We would rain eternally on the inside trying to wash away the disloyalty and sadness. We walked on shards of glass to prove that we were indestructable, however, we are just as delicate as the very bottle itself.
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