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domingo, 2 de enero de 2011

Staring at the mirror through your hair, you can’t see everything that you did to me. With your automatic eyes, five years disappeared. Five years disappeared that night. Do you want me to stay, Do you want me to go? Do you think i recognize the look on your face when you think that i know? Blinded as the shades draw closed, time’s up for us. Would you want me to go, if you knew what I know?

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