Friday, April 9, 2010

So this next move is crucial you say?


We all carry these things
Inside that no one else can see
They hold us down like anchors
They drown us out at sea
I look up to the sky
There may be nothing there to see
But if I don't believe in him
Why would he believe in me?♥

Please note that a heart may sink of guilt and fly of surrender. but no matter where you land or soar, your problems will always find you. I can't stop. I'm sorry that we didn't go to the same place, I thought we would, I really did, but I guess that is what I get for relying on statistical errors. To love a Nazi is to love a Basterd, so why am I so ungoddamnfuckinghappy? Shit.

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