venerdì 6 maggio 2011

Scapole alate.

Sometimes I find myself thinking of how it feels. How it feels not to think about it.
How it feels not having that thought still on your mind all the time.
How it feels not having something that destroys your smile when it's just appearing upon your face.
I'd like to know how it feels, just for one day.
Will I ever be able to know that?

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